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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Wed, 30 May 2012 23:06:01 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Notes to my Boys</title><subtitle>Notes to my Boys</subtitle><id>http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-07-20T05:13:50Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>Dear Bugger Butt...</title><id>http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/7/19/dear-bugger-butt.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/7/19/dear-bugger-butt.html"/><author><name>Darby</name></author><published>2010-07-20T05:11:58Z</published><updated>2010-07-20T05:11:58Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>You absolutely amaze me. You never fail to make me smile. Never, ever doubt how much you are loved.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Dear Punkin...</title><id>http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/17/dear-punkin.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/17/dear-punkin.html"/><author><name>Darby</name></author><published>2010-05-17T16:25:43Z</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:25:43Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Why did you lie to me? We had such a great week (I thought), I even bragged to everyone about how wonderfully behaved you have been. Now I find out you were lying about your missing assignments all week. I hate that I have to discipline you just before you leave for 6 weeks with your Dad. It really breaks my heart. I want to be the same comforting Mom that I always have been, but I am also the only one here to teach you integrity and responsibility. I would love to give you more freedom, but you keep showing me that you can't handle it. You were more responsible and trust-worthy 2 years ago than you are today.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Dear Bugger Butt...</title><id>http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/13/dear-bugger-butt.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/13/dear-bugger-butt.html"/><author><name>Darby</name></author><published>2010-05-14T04:55:09Z</published><updated>2010-05-14T04:55:09Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Yes, tonight was all about your brother. That's what happens when we go watch him play in the orchestra. It <em>is</em> about him. You'll have your turn-don't worry. Besides, tomorrow you're having a sleepover-that will be about you.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Dear Punkin...</title><id>http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/13/dear-punkin.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/13/dear-punkin.html"/><author><name>Darby</name></author><published>2010-05-14T04:50:26Z</published><updated>2010-05-14T04:50:26Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>You shouldn't feel guilty for reaching milestones and learning new things without your Dad. He chose this. I don't think it's ever really going to stop sucking that he's not here when you want him to be, but I will be damned if you're going to hold yourself back from anything because of him.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Dear Punkin...</title><category term="cell phone"/><category term="pre-teen"/><id>http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/6/dear-punkin.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://cantitbeabout.me/notes-to-the-boys/2010/5/6/dear-punkin.html"/><author><name>Darby</name></author><published>2010-05-06T17:58:00Z</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:58:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>You really didn't deserve that new cell phone last night. Had I realized you were getting an F in Math before I gave it to you, I wouldn't have. But, since it is your only way of keeping in touch with your Dad <em>and</em> you were grateful to accept it--even from L, I am going to let you keep it. The X-Box is another story!</p>]]></content></entry></feed>
