It's Been A Whole Freakin' Year

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Enough with the depressing posts lately. Instead of trying to articulate a year of living with type 1 diabetes, I thought I'd interview my charming son.



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  1. shannonAugust 2, 2011 at 11:51 AM

    ahahah MY FART! i have an 11 year old daughter who would think that was hilarious too, so go figure!

    i love the reenactments! all the best in your pump process! great to see the family! :)

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  2. Amy PhillipsAugust 2, 2011 at 3:45 PM

    I guess he was technically still abiding by the "only do fart jokes at home" rule.

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  3. Lisa Creech BledsoeAugust 3, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    I loved how proud he seems to be, having control over his own universe!

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  4. Amy PhillipsAugust 3, 2011 at 2:04 PM

    He certainly does...I wonder how many viewers picked up on how much acting he's doing in this. Even the first "diabetes cheer" is a big fake. It took me awhile to realize that other people don't automatically realize he's putting them on...

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  5. AnonymousAugust 9, 2011 at 2:03 PM

    Nice to see you guys. Miss you--even the kids, whom I've never met. GO TEAM SCHEER!

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  6. Amy PhillipsAugust 9, 2011 at 3:36 PM

    It's been forever, mister. Wish we could connect!

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