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Sam had 64 books checked out to her from the library. These are the ones that were due today, minus one. We tore the house apart looking for it. Searched the car. Asked AC if Sam had left it at his office. It was nowhere to be found. Irritated that we’d probably have to pay for a replacement, I took Sam to the library. …

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Making potato-cress heads in French Club. Yeah, that’s not particularly French, but Sam and I did this craft two years ago in Hove Home Ed and the UK is right next door to France.

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At the end of an insanely busy day I realized that I’d taken only this one picture of Sam’s football coach giving directions to the kids on the field. Sam’s coach is now my coach too. This evening I tried out his Women’s Soccer Program. It was fun, a good bit of exercise, and also… humbling. Let’s just say that I have …

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Imagine Sam’s delight when we were instructed–practically warned–by the mattress salesman to stomp on our new bed “until the point of exhaustion.” It’s a Tempur-Pedic mattress and apparently the special foam cells need to be softened up. We jumped on the thing off and on all day. I don’t think Sam ever reached her …

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Last time we saw the Wizard was in Brighton in 2008. Sam was so terrified of the witch and the pyrotechnics and the scary music that accompanied her that she buried her face in her dad’s chest and slept through the entire second act. Three and a half years makes a big difference. Sam thought the witch was only a little …

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