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	<title>Comments on: On Living a Good Life</title>
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	<description>A dad's eye view of baby and toddler stuff</description>
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		<title>By: Char</title>
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		<dc:creator>Char</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 18:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Your comments are profound. Just remember that I can attest that as a member of your parent&#039;s generation, our greatest joy is seeing your generation grow up to be good decent people who love life. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Watching the old movies of the kids swinging brooms, bats, whatever, trying to hit the pinatas makes me wonder if we had completely lost our minds. I&#039;m sure we enjoyed the endeavor more than the kids did.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your comments are profound. Just remember that I can attest that as a member of your parent&#8217;s generation, our greatest joy is seeing your generation grow up to be good decent people who love life. </p>
<p>Watching the old movies of the kids swinging brooms, bats, whatever, trying to hit the pinatas makes me wonder if we had completely lost our minds. I&#8217;m sure we enjoyed the endeavor more than the kids did.</p>
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		<title>By: Bev</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bev</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2006 04:31:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Well spoke. &lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well spoke. </p>
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		<title>By: Liam Desmond</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liam Desmond</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2006 01:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Thanks AJ for your great words.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Your handy tip is so true, never blindfold a child, hand him a long wooden pole and tell him to swing inside a garage lit by fluorescent tubes. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks AJ for your great words.</p>
<p>Your handy tip is so true, never blindfold a child, hand him a long wooden pole and tell him to swing inside a garage lit by fluorescent tubes. </p></p>
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		<title>By: thordora</title>
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		<dc:creator>thordora</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2006 13:54:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;That&#039;s all there is, isn&#039;t it? I imagined my life as something completely different, exciting, travel,etc, etc, etc. But I look at WHO I was, and how I felt when I was without children, it&#039;s not the same, I was only an echo of the person I am today. I crave my children by the end of a day, I find my heart filled with thoughts of their future. And it&#039;s incredible.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;On a side note, Vivian was running around with an ugly baby sticker on her tummy this weekend. Next time I;ll get a picture for you. :P&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s all there is, isn&#8217;t it? I imagined my life as something completely different, exciting, travel,etc, etc, etc. But I look at WHO I was, and how I felt when I was without children, it&#8217;s not the same, I was only an echo of the person I am today. I crave my children by the end of a day, I find my heart filled with thoughts of their future. And it&#8217;s incredible.</p>
<p>On a side note, Vivian was running around with an ugly baby sticker on her tummy this weekend. Next time I;ll get a picture for you. :P</p>
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