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		<title>three is the new terrible-two</title>
		<description><![CDATA[THIS POST WAS WRITTEN A LONG TIME AGO and I never posted it&#8230; and it was truthful then&#8230; but, time flies and things change. The kid has actually passed through the demonic phase and scooted right into the mama&#8217;s-boy phase &#8211; which for Marc, may very well be more annoying. The kid turned 3 1/4 and became [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2012/01/19/three-is-the-new-terrible-two/</link>
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		<title>happy halloween!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Listening: wilco]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/11/01/happy-halloween/</link>
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		<title>there are no words</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Yesterday morning began like any other these days&#8230; 6:15am tiny, stomping footsteps (H is a heel-walker like his momma) up the stairs to our bedroom. Sneaking to the side of the bed he gets really close to me while I pretend to still be sleeping. And rather than the typical tickling, yelling of &#8220;wake up!&#8221; or poking [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/09/13/there-are-no-words/</link>
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		<title>a life well lived&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It is with great sadness that we say goodbye to an amazing man. I don&#8217;t have the words right now to talk about how much he will be missed. But, I am so very thankful that I was able to communicate to him through this blog many times just how I felt about him. Kylie [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/08/31/a-life-well-lived/</link>
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		<title>weawy weawy weawy!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One of Harrison&#8217;s favorite pastimes is to play with toys, lose toys, ask us to find toys. We do not, to say the least, share his enthusiasm for that game. While at my parents&#8217; house last week he received what is basically a dollhouse for boys &#8211; a Bat Cave with Batman, Robin and a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/07/22/weawy-weawy-weawy/</link>
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		<title>pillow talk</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Harrison has been becoming increasingly cute at bedtime &#8211; a ploy to get us to stay longer and allow him to stay up later no doubt. Here&#8217;s the conversation we had the other night at grandma and grandpa&#8217;s house. Harrison: &#8220;Mommy when I grow up I will be your husband.&#8221; Me: &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry buddy, I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/07/21/pillow-talk/</link>
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		<title>father&#8217;s day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With Father&#8217;s Day around the corner, I thought I&#8217;d take this chance to honor my dad. What a man my dad is. An old-school boot-straps man. A no-nonsense, no-silliness kind of man who raised two of the silliest daughters on earth. Two of the shriekingest little girls you could ever imagine. A man who must [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/06/15/fathers-day/</link>
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		<title>of sisters and brothers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Harrison told me yesterday that he wanted a little sister&#8230; and another sister too. If his dream were to come true that would mean that I would be insane blessed enough to get pregnant TWO more times or be burdened blessed with twins. Let&#8217;s hope he doesn&#8217;t have any crazy magical psychic powers. And while [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/06/10/of-sisters-and-brothers/</link>
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		<title>harrison tells a story at the dinner table</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Excuse me. I&#8217;d like to talk&#8230; Superheroes are good. Bad guys are not good.&#8221; Me: &#8220;Yes&#8230; And what else.&#8221; &#8220;One day Gregor* was walking down the street and a bad robot &#8230;(pause for dramatic effect)&#8230; A good guy came and fought the bad guy with his hands. And then he poured yogurt on him &#8230;(huge [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/06/02/harrison-tells-a-story-at-the-dinner-table/</link>
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		<title>gone fishin&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The loft is being shown right now and our renter has a tiny, cute, but, oh-so-vicious guard-dog named Pinchi. He is a Dachshund that likes to make a lot of noise when people come in so, in an effort to make the place more appealing we take Pinchi for a walk when people are touring. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blase.littlehellraiser.com/2011/05/24/gone-fishin/</link>
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