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June 18, 2014
I had my first shot of espresso at the newly opened Mantra in Budapest.
June 18, 2012
It was Move-in Day at our new apartment in Budapest. It was a
Tuesday. The forecast called for 90 degrees and 0% chance of rain. I wore red
shoes, a yellow shirt, a white top, and a summer straw hat.
June 18, 2011
I brought my daughter to the emergency room at St. Janos Children’s
hospital in Budapest. She had gashed her chin by falling off her bed onto a hard
wooden floor, chin first. She wore silver strappy shoes, a
blue and yellow printed skirt, and a yellow shirt. She smiled for the camera. She had two large styes on her left eye, a bandage on her chin.
June 18, 2009
My midwife told me that I was positive for strep B and would require an IV at my second birth. This was bad news. Then my husband walked into my consultation room with two freshly broken arms. He had been in a bicycle accident and rode himself to the doctor’s office. This was really bad news. Iza was seventeen months old and not yet walking. Leo was born on June 30.
My midwife told me that I was positive for strep B and would require an IV at my second birth. This was bad news. Then my husband walked into my consultation room with two freshly broken arms. He had been in a bicycle accident and rode himself to the doctor’s office. This was really bad news. Iza was seventeen months old and not yet walking. Leo was born on June 30.
