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	<title>Through a Father&#039;s Eyes</title>
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	<description>Observations on the rollercoaster ride that is parenting</description>
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		<title>New Book from Vanessa Van Petten, creator of Radical Parenting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Hey there. I will be returning soon to my semi-regular routine of posting stories and observations ( I truly appreciate you continuing to stop by and check for progress!). But, in the meantime I would like to share a guest post from Vanessa Van Petten since she has a new book coming out regarding parenting [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2011/08/29/new-book-from-vanessa-van-petten-creator-of-radical-parenting/</link>
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		<title>I think she&#8217;s happy here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a strawberry Fruit Loop. So innocently offered was this unassuming lure; all chunky and lopsided with sugar crystals disproportionately spread around the pale red morsel. I looked it over and glanced at the owner of the extended hand that held the treat. Two sad blue eyes behind tousled locks, and her eyebrows knitted [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2011/01/19/i-think-shes-happy-here/</link>
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		<title>Words are&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Words are, too often, just groups of letters arranged by some to fill blank spaces on a page, or spoken by others to fulfill a dialogue, or to break a silence. Words can be abused, get confused, be misused, misspelled, or misinterpreted. Words can be ill-timed, irresponsible, well meaning (but misplaced), misunderstood and, conveniently, forgotten. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/11/17/words-are/</link>
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		<title>Now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Right now I am watching a mother play with her little girl. I am on a plane flying someplace I’ve already been and leaving behind the people with whom I’d rather be. Right now. The little girl is tired. She has been drinking her bottle in spurts. She alternates with a soggy wafer. Her first [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/07/26/now/</link>
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		<title>Face time with the C.E.O. (the list continues)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[No, I have not been hiding away in a treatment facility trying to heal and recover from an undisclosed condition. The past several weeks have just been beyond hectic. We had a few personal transitions to navigate; work has been chaotic with increasing travel; I&#8217;m training for a 26 mile mountain bike event (which I&#8217;m still [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/05/19/face-time-with-the-c-e-o-the-list-continues/</link>
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		<title>Monica</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You would have loved her if you&#8217;d met her. She was so kind and genuine&#8230;so full of life and love. She was no fragile flower though.  She had fight in her. She was clever too&#8230; she had a tremendous sense of humor&#8230; it was intelligent, and twisted, and crazy. We loved it. In fact, when [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/03/19/monica/</link>
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		<title>the little things (count your blessings)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It is always the little things, the inconveniences; the frustrations; the annoyances; the unexpected twists in the day, that tend to get me worked up and make me lose focus. Those obstacles distract me from noticing or remembering all the other little things that make life beautiful. In order to help myself choose to see [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/03/19/the-little-things-count-your-blessings/</link>
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		<title>I can see the red tail lights</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Spring Break. Masked in all the leisure and freedom of this sunny two-week span of devil-may-care frivolity is the specter of Loss. The boys know it; they’ve pushed it aside to deal with later. I can see it cross their minds sometimes. Then they’ll shake it off and refocus on the here and now. Right [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/03/18/i-can-see-the-red-tail-lights/</link>
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		<title>Pop Quiz</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a little black sanding sponge. I handed it to Ethan to put back in the cart while Kendra and I sought out materials for a table refinishing project. Ethan toddled proudly over to the cart and stretched his little body upward. He nearly stepped out of his shoes as he perched up on [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/03/04/pop-quiz/</link>
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		<title>I understand.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was on the freeway when I received the call. I was about three quarters of the way through my morning commute, and in the middle of a teleconference.  I couldn&#8217;t tell who it was&#8230;the caller ID displayed my office phone, which had forwarded the call. I almost ignored it and sent it to voice [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.throughafatherseyes.com/2010/02/12/i-understand/</link>
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