A journal and a palindrome
So I got two copies of Wreck This Journal for Sydney and Hannah, and were it not for the "burn this page" directive, I'd have instantly become an evangelist for giving a copy to every kid on the planet. This is how we got through the holiday on Monday, when I was still feeling the sad effects of waking myself up at midnight on Saturday. Because I can't set a hotel alarm clock to save my life.
We get to the page where she's instructed to etirw sdrawkcab, and she starts to write her name.
No, no, Hannah. Backwards.
Mommy, that IS backwards!!
(.HUD)
February 20, 2008
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Rudolph, the mousebear who began life as a paper armature, was covered in clay and fired.
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A few randomly connected things: At the end of the '90s I was working with three women, all art directors: Caterina Fake, Elizabeth Kairys and Karen Templer. Two of those women, Caterina and Elizabeth, now have babies, 7 and 20 months to Hannah's 6 years (that's Sonnet Butterfield above).
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