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flyingrose

Last seen: 22 months ago

Rose is a 53 year old woman from Waxahachie, Texas, USA

Welcome...I've been expecting you.Add to Technorati FavoritesYou may want to click those orange thingies at the very bottom of the page next to the word comments. One subscribes you to whatever I post and the other subsribes you to comments made, I presume by others. I put here what is most important and links to others who do good works.There is much more filed by subject. Use the drop-down box that usually defaults to Entire Blog to find all posts on any particular subject. Please share what you find here with your friends, family, and other networks. Namaste, Rose

  • A Room of Mama’s Own

    Rated May 23 2007 4 reviews blogs, parenting blogspot.com

    This bloggers style is infinitely readable. This excerpt made me smile and think about the challenges of raising a smart child.

    From the page: "Her grandparents love to tell about a night about six months ago when they were watching the kids. My son was peacefully asleep, but my daughter just would not go to bed. At 10pm she got up and stood at the top of the stairs and asked for some juice. Her grandfather told her that there was no juice in the house and she needed to go back to bed. Well, she replied, he could go to the store and get juice. When he responded (not entirely truthfully) that it was late, the stores were closed and everyone who worked there was asleep, as she should be, she responded that juice came from fruit and there was a fruit tree outside. Her grandfather responded that it was nighttime, it was dark and chilly, and it was time for bed. My daughter went into her room, found some warm clothes and dressed herself, then went and found a flashlight and came downstairs. She wouldn't be cold because she had warm clothes on and the darkness wasn't a problem because she had a flashlight. She was ready to pick fruit and make juice. She looked so sweet and eager and happy, and she had been so clever and persistent, that her grandparents could only laugh. They took her out, picked the fruit, made the juice and gave her a sippy cup to take to bed, where she stayed happily the rest of the night."