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days without a full night's sleep. But who's counting? Surely not little Brando. That kid, I tell you. I feel like I am becoming a totally boring space-cadet of a person and I truly don't see an end in sight. He does not want to stop nursing. He just absolutely does not like food. Once in a while he'll eat some, especially if it's butter, but really, can a person live solely on butter?
I want to write about Roland Burris, how mad I am at Pioneer Press (stupid dumb idiots closing down my newspaper) and how much I love Obama and his first week in office, but that will have to wait for another day. Also, if you ever find yourself watching Elmo's Potty Time beware, because those songs are Catchy! And who wants to be caught at work singing "accidents happen / when you're asleep or when you're napping." Not me, sister. But damn it's a catchy number.
And if you haven't seen the President on Check Please, definitely check it out!

Poetry in Motion

I live within a family of poets. Here are some of my favorites:
Liam finds utter joy in what he calls "Brendan's milky kisses."
Just the other day Eric told me that kissing Brendan was like kissing a puffy wet cloud.
Yesterday Liam watched the steam and dusty snow swirling atop our neighbor's roof and asked, "Why are the clouds melting into their house?"