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	<title>Comments on: P365 - Day 79 (A Boy and His Mitt)</title>
	<link>http://www.edgren.com/wordpress/2007/03/20/p365-day-79-a-boy-and-his-mitt/</link>
	<description>The musings and ravings of a bloggart family</description>
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		<title>By: KME</title>
		<link>http://www.edgren.com/wordpress/2007/03/20/p365-day-79-a-boy-and-his-mitt/#comment-663</link>
		<dc:creator>KME</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 06:24:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jenn, how funny that Thom remembers Daniel is a leftie.  Did he grow up with teachers fussing at him for being left handed?  I think it's fascinating how some people end up being left handed versus right handed.  What determines that?  Is there a right/left brain connection???  Interesting. I'm sure there are studies done out there but I don't have time to look into it tonight.  Ha!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jenn, how funny that Thom remembers Daniel is a leftie.  Did he grow up with teachers fussing at him for being left handed?  I think it&#8217;s fascinating how some people end up being left handed versus right handed.  What determines that?  Is there a right/left brain connection???  Interesting. I&#8217;m sure there are studies done out there but I don&#8217;t have time to look into it tonight.  Ha!</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
		<link>http://www.edgren.com/wordpress/2007/03/20/p365-day-79-a-boy-and-his-mitt/#comment-660</link>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 22:42:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thom is rather proud of the fact he has a left handed nephew to join him... as if us right handers can help it.  As a matter of fact, most times when Daniel's name comes up, Thom is sure to point out the fact he is also left handed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thom is rather proud of the fact he has a left handed nephew to join him&#8230; as if us right handers can help it.  As a matter of fact, most times when Daniel&#8217;s name comes up, Thom is sure to point out the fact he is also left handed.</p>
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		<title>By: Tim</title>
		<link>http://www.edgren.com/wordpress/2007/03/20/p365-day-79-a-boy-and-his-mitt/#comment-658</link>
		<dc:creator>Tim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 14:54:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;mild sarcasm&gt;Yep, when &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; feeling cold, tired and discouraged, that is what I turn to ... a nice warm bowl of steel cut oats.  Yummmm.   And maybe a half-bale of hay, after that.&lt;/mild&gt;

I &lt;i&gt;tried&lt;/i&gt; to get Rachel to eat before she left, but she didn't seem to have much of an appetite.  As it was, she was lucky to get what she did -- there were many eyes watching that last bit of stuffed shell casserole rather hungrily.  

David said to me last night, "Daddy, you need to practice throwing the baseball with me.  You don't do it very often."  I thought that his gentle rebuke was rather charitable, since I don't remember &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; throwing a baseball with him.  He is a nice boy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><mild sarcasm>Yep, when <i>I&#8217;m</i> feeling cold, tired and discouraged, that is what I turn to &#8230; a nice warm bowl of steel cut oats.  Yummmm.   And maybe a half-bale of hay, after that.</mild></p>
<p>I <i>tried</i> to get Rachel to eat before she left, but she didn&#8217;t seem to have much of an appetite.  As it was, she was lucky to get what she did &#8212; there were many eyes watching that last bit of stuffed shell casserole rather hungrily.  </p>
<p>David said to me last night, &#8220;Daddy, you need to practice throwing the baseball with me.  You don&#8217;t do it very often.&#8221;  I thought that his gentle rebuke was rather charitable, since I don&#8217;t remember <i>ever</i> throwing a baseball with him.  He is a nice boy.</p>
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