I started this blog more than a year ago, in November 2007, when Frankie was eight months old and everybody in our house was sick.
Then I never went back because I was writing dumb and I never had time to stop and write. But I am trying once more!
Today, then: I cleaned the house and mopped ferociously and listened to bluejays and hawks scream in the yard and felt proud of Frankie four or five times. She was naked all day for some diaper rash relief. We walked up Rattlesnake Creek and she kept repeating what I’d told her: “Raccoon wash his hands in creek.” She also pooped in the yard without our knowing.
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