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I have started and deleted so many posts here over the last several weeks that I have no idea what --if anything -- will end up on the page. Let's just see what happens. Tomorrow starts the last week of school for the kids before break. Friday they have a half day and then they are off for two full weeks. Last year their last day of school before break coincided with the opening of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. We made plans weeks in advance to meet our friends Kevin and Susan for the movie and then go out for dinner. The movie was a lot of fun, we treated ourselves to margaritas at dinner, and most importantly, it was simply a special way to start the holiday break with friends and family. This year we wanted to do the same with Rogue One, but Kevin and Susan are flying to Europe that afternoon so it won't work out. That's okay -- with my final exam I'm not sure how easy it would be to get to the theater at a reasonable time anyway. We'll see it with them when th...

Let me tell you about my first born. He is a little blond angel (although not so little anymore and a bit less blond these days too). His eyes are grey, like the sea during a storm (ha, get it?). And you never know when the storm is going to hit. He's been a challenge, er, spirited , since he popped out and was first declared a boy. ("Here she comes, here she comes, here she... uh...it's a boy!") He did not sleep as an infant. Like, ever. At least not in his crib. He'd fall asleep nursing and nap in my arms until I laid him down and he'd start to cry. We used to joke about his altitude sensor, although it wasn't funny. Honestly, nothing during the early days with that child was funny. This baby cried a lot. He did other things too, but the crying is what I mostly remember. I couldn't go to the bathroom. I couldn't shower. I couldn't read a book. I couldn't sit down to drink a cup of coffee. He'd cry and cry and cry. I would have panic...