anZel/Arden

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beeber — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 17:31:42 +0000

anZel: What are those?
mum: What do you mean?
anZel: What are those?
mum: Oh, you mean all the toys in the trunk of the car?
anZel: Yes
mum: Well, those are toys you and your sister don’t need. We are going to give them to someone.
anZel: Who are we going to give them to?
mum: My co-worker’s grandson, Matthew.
anZel: What about the other kids?
mum: oh..we will figure out other toys to give them.

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beeber — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 05:33:41 +0000

mum: anZel, I need to see the doctor tomorrow.
anZel reached out to give me a hug…then said “all better now?”

to dAd

beeber — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 05:29:14 +0000

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unwinds a thread of his devising;
A thin, premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all the journey down through space,
In cool descent, and loyal-hearted,
He builds a ladder to the place
From which he started.

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken strand to you
For my returning.

by E.B.White

Rising to the occasion

jlz — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:46:02 +0000

Arden can now pull herself up..

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beeber — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 11:01:41 +0000

mum: Remember this music. It’s four season by Vivaldi.
anZel: He is dead. That’s why we play his music.

Wrestle me, aligator!

jlz — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:07:51 +0000

Arden at the park

jlz — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:59:56 +0000

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beeber — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 23:44:08 +0000

While giving anZel a bath last night, he suddenly stuck his stomach out like a pregnant woman.

mum: What are you doing?
anZel: Like the Teletubbies. (he motioned to stick his tummy out again..)

two book worms

jlz — Sat, 05 Jul 2008 05:48:49 +0000

Arden drinking milk…

jlz — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:32:48 +0000

…and picking up the bottle after she drops it