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	<title>Comma Dot Comma</title>
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	<description>on the omphaloskepsis bandwagon</description>
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		<title>Know it All</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Abigail is determined to know everything, right now. And to grow up, right now. Yesterday she spent a fair amount of time &#8220;snipping down&#8221; her dad and I with imaginary scissors so that she would be the tallest in the house. She constantly asks me for stories about &#8220;the time when I was an adult.&#8221; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2012/03/08/know-it-all/</link>
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		<title>On Perfection</title>
		<description><![CDATA[One thing I know that I know about my beliefs concerning God, the world, and the afterlife is that I could be wrong. Most likely I am wrong about at least SOME things, and maybe many. Nonetheless I live and act according to my beliefs the best that I am able, and try to be [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2012/01/22/on-perfection/</link>
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		<title>Songstress</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Abigail is really into singing lately. Her current favorite toy is a rainbow stacker that plays music when all of the pieces are stacked up. She has discarded the pieces and just pushes the button with her finger to get a nice background track for whatever song or dance she has in mind. She will [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/12/11/songstress-2/</link>
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		<title>Interlopers</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Apparently, Abigail is not the center of the universe after all. I&#8217;ve had some temporary medical restrictions put on my normal activities, and a few different people have come to take up the slack, and Abigail, while able to roll with it, is still disgruntled. First, Abi&#8217;s beloved and loving Auntie Marie came for several [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/11/13/interlopers/</link>
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		<title>The Sad Fate of Uncle Teaspoon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was really hard to get out the door to church this morning. Well, we got out the door, but one of us was crumpled on the sidewalk, sobbing over the sad and unexpected fate of Uncle Teaspoon. She was unpersuadable for quite some time. None of the other spoons could console her. Abi had [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/10/30/the-sad-fate-of-uncle-teaspoon/</link>
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		<title>Daddy&#8217;s Girl</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Abigail has compiled a list of things her dad loves: work. baseball. coffee. mints. bananas. cereal with honey. the green ones in multi-colored pasta. She&#8217;s wrong about the green pasta, but right about the rest. Whenever she sees any of these items, she wants to save it for daddy. When she eats pasta, she will [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/10/25/daddys-girl/</link>
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		<title>Potty Training</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Potty training was one of those toddler parenting things I dreaded most. After all the stories of year-long-struggles and poop on the walls and fears of frogs in the toilets and ruined furniture and embarrassing accidents in public, I just didn&#8217;t want to get into it. But it hasn&#8217;t been that bad. We did a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/10/16/potty-training-2/</link>
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		<title>That totally immature thing I do.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So. I have this totally immature thing I do. When I am frustrated by some task or object, I reach a certain point where I yell &#8220;AARRRGH!&#8221; and then do some angry dismissive gesture, such as throwing my hands in the air, stomping a foot, or even, in my most loosey-goosey phases, flipping the offending [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/09/25/that-totally-immature-thing-i-do/</link>
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		<title>Tell Me a Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Abigail constantly asks for stories. I indulge her as much as I can, but she makes it hard by dictating not only major characters, but plot points. If I try to borrow a plot from a book or TV show, she stops me and says, &#8220;No. a NEW story.&#8221; Here are her requests, verbatim, from [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/09/17/tell-me-a-story/</link>
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		<title>Desert Daughter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The rain showers and storms of the past few days have been a stark reminder that yes, I do live in the dry bones desert. Why? Because rain is far too rare for Abigail to take it for granted. It&#8217;s an anomaly to be studied and discussed and analyzed by her methodical little brain. She [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2011/09/15/desert-daughter/</link>
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