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Monthly Archives: July 2015
The Elastic of the Mohicans
Crispi, the kids, and I have recently returned from what must surely be the strangest trip/mini-vacation of my life. The original objective: to drive to Philadelphia, Mississippi to reunite with family and expose my children to the Neshoba County Fair. … Continue reading
Leak and Ye Shall Find
We have a serious problem at my house. Donut has a leak. Donut has been a fixture in my son’s life since mid-May, when he (?) appeared during my dad’s visit. Donut was inflated when Will and my dad took … Continue reading
There Joe’s the Neighborhood
As parents, we are hard-wired to think that our kids are simply remarkable. It’s no doubt nature’s way of making sure we don’t kick them out of the house when they scream too loud, spill chocolate milk on the couch, … Continue reading
Posted in life, Parenting
Tagged crabs, dazzle, fruit flies, microscope, Reading, science
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With This Thing, I Thee Bed
I’ve discussed my son’s revolving door of Preciouses- those things that for a gleaming moment (or day) or two become the touchstone of his world. Many have been things you’d expect: his big and small Lightning McQueen Pillow Pets, along … Continue reading
The Thin Red Wine
There are days when it feels harder to be a mom than usual. A major example is when your kids are sick. Those days suck. Other tough days are when you yourself are sick. Those days suck also, but for … Continue reading
The Fold and the Beautiful
I’ve spoken at length about not having time for myself – specifically to create or learn new stuff. I want to learn to sew. I mean, really sew. Not just nap mat covers. I desperately want to learn to crochet. … Continue reading
Lather, Prince, Repeat
I’m no prude. Normal run-of-the-mill filth has never bothered me. Boobs? Sure. Potty mouths? Mine can hang with the best of them. Violence on TV? Whatever. Then I had kids. Everything changed. You don’t want your kids to be some … Continue reading
Hide and Go Leak
Summer continues to charge along at a nice pace for the most part. I’ve started amassing all the required material for Stella to start school. It’s mind-boggling. Uniforms, glue sticks, band aids (WTF?), markers, crayons…. Crispi will be here in … Continue reading
Posted in life, Parenting
Tagged back to school, big boy bed, fireworks, gremlins, maintenance
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Man of Steal
I’ve been a crappy blogger. I know. One of the “rules” of blogging is to be “regular” with your posts. I guess I’ve neglected to take my emotional prune juice. It’s not that nothing is happening, it’s just that it … Continue reading