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allan, michelle, aidan mateo, mia alani, and lola our cat a.k.a. lola-giiiiiirrrrllll
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    Thursday, September 18, 2003
    I can't sleep. I got two mosquito bites, upping it to seven since yesterday. It's stiflingly warm upstairs and I was getting irritated with the constant hum of the fan. When is it going to get cooler?

    I'm feeling a little guilty that I stopped scrapbooking. There's so much that Aidan is doing and learning and I'm afraid to just let it all slip away. I can't trust everything to my memories. And I know that it wouldn't just be for me but for him to know how much I cherish his moments. I regret that I never wrote down how I felt when I was pregnant with him. I didn't start journaling until he was 8 months old and already that was so much lost. I can always think back but it will never have the impact of being within the moment.

    posted by michelle.g 1:05 AM