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		<title>London Broil falling down</title>
		<description> 02/18/07 A couple of weeks ago Chris' boss found a recipe involving a cast iron skillet and some steaks.&#160; Lots of smoke later, bingo, excellent steak.&#160; With Chris' new found interest in cooking&#160;my loving husband&#160;read up on the subject and decided that he  </description>
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		<title>football and roses</title>
		<description>Superbowl this year was February 4th.&#160; Amelia and I got up early (well, early for a Sunday) and cooked up a big breakfast of  </description>
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		<title>One ring to rule them all</title>
		<description>01/31/07  &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;   &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; For the last&#160;three weeks Amelia has been scratching.&#160; It started with a barely audible scritch, scritch, scritch, against the fabric of her basinet.&#160; I figured I needed to file her nails, so the next night I did that&#160;while she lay on her changing table, ...</description>
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		<title>Revenge of the Snow People</title>
		<description>01/11/07
     It was Thursday and I was home with Amelia.  Chris was already off to work and for the first time in a long time it was snowing outside.  Everything was covered in two inches of the fluffy white stuff and the outside cats ...</description>
		<link>http://emilie.neurojack.com/blog/?p=15</link>
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		<title>Baby Talk</title>
		<description>Chris: So, after you have the kid will your breasts just leak all over the place?  Will you have to wear booby diapers?  Does such a thing exist?
Em: Yes, and yes. Though they're called breast pads.
Chris: So like ... I'll wake up in the middle of the night ...</description>
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		<title>Pink or Blue?</title>
		<description>Today was the day!  Well, not THE day but in the short term range of things it was the day!  We would find out for sure if we were having a boy or a girlâ€¦ or an alien, which judging by the ultrasound is still quite promising. </description>
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		<title>Maternity and the Next Generation</title>
		<description>A month ago I knew when I bought what amounted to pull-up pants that it was a going to be a long road to baby-dom.   </description>
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		<title>Romeo, Romeo, whyfore out thou a bitch?</title>
		<description>Friday, February 24th, 2006: Fifteen actors for Romeo and Juliet are lounging around waiting for rehearsal to begin, we are two weeks before opening.  Pat, the technical director (and a big guy), decides to give us all a â€˜safetyâ€™ lecture.  The metal swords that weâ€™d originally spent $400 ...</description>
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		<title>Preggers!</title>
		<description>The last few weeks of January was the beginning of the cramping.  Sometimes very light, sometimes harder lasting several seconds at a time where I stopped everything and held my breath until it went away.  February 6th, five days after I my period was supposed to start I ...</description>
		<link>http://emilie.neurojack.com/blog/?p=9</link>
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		<title>Say What?</title>
		<description>â€œPut that down. Put. That. Down!â€? I am currently pleading (sternly) with a four year-old.  She is dangling a cup of water over the top of a five-hundred dollar scanner.  She is not my child so I canâ€™t grab her little arm and wrench the paper cup from ...</description>
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