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The view from the perspective of a 2.5 year old….

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This past weekend the “girls” (mom, sister and my two nieces) were visiting while Cooper went for a man fest with some guy friends in Mississippi. Boy it is great to be with girls. Not that boys are bad but having some time with the girls you love most is such an amazing thing. We did all the best things you can do when the weather was as perfect as it was…we… visited my new apartment (!!!), went out for lunch in North Berkeley, walked to parks and spent HOURS playing, went out for Naan ‘n Curry, ate chocolate ice cream, took my sister to a spa, went to Cheeseboard, walked to a pizza joint for pie and pitchers of beer, went out to breakfast with one boy (brother) then to the street festival right outside my apartment. It was all so much fun and so tiring that we accidentally got to the airport early so we all took naps in the car. The hard part: when we have to leave each other. We tend to get “ferclempt” and shed some tears. Some may call it girl power, others may just see it as a super close bond. All I know is that I love the girls in my family.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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