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Oh, The Joys
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My husband and I have two babies. They are fifteen months apart. The work load is crazy. When it all gets to be too much, we look at eachother and say sarcastic things like, "Oh, the joys" and "Our lives are so rich and full - are you exper
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Siblings in The Wild
The storyteller came to summer school yesterday. She told The Mayor and The Rooster the story of the wide mouthed frog, the one where the frog hops around the forest asking all the other animals what...
Pomp & Circumstance
The Rooster, who is two years old, graduated yesterday.There was a ceremony at her daycare center.In the fall, she'll move from the two year old room to the three year old room.Which is, ironically, i...
Just Ask Her
She planted herself in front of us this morning teetering on her twisted legs like a tree swaying in the wind.Her teeth trapped her bottom lip inside her mouth.With elbows locked, she held her thumbs...
Mother Groove
It’s spring break at daycare, so I’ve been home with the short and loud people this week.[Hence The Incredible Lightness of Posting.]As a working mom, I never had the opportunity to learn the stay...
A Stinky Kind of Love
When I picked up The Rooster from school all of The Mayor’s friends crowded around me.“Where’s The Mayor? Where’s The Mayor?” they chirped.I told them that he broke his arm and had to stay h...
I Don't Hang Out with Your Husband
So far The Rooster has tagged along for The Mayor’s play dates or spent time with our friend’s children who are, for the most part, boys older than her. At two and a half, The Rooster finally has ...
I Say Pantie So Much
Over the weekend The Rooster re-discovered our secret stash of Elmo panties.[Look, I can wear whatever I want, okay?!][Okay, so it was HER secret stash of Elmo panties.]She was eager to give the whole...
More of The Same
Yesterday was a metaphor for all my days.It started out with patience and love, met a bomb threat in the middle and ended in a death wish.In the morning The Mayor wanted more milk, didn’t get it and...
Conditions Are Perfect
I mumbled passive aggressive statements at K all the way from our front door to the neighborhood playground in the last days of our two week holiday break.[Because I am, like, so totally mature.]“Lo...
Full Time Family Time
Today is the first day of two full weeks without the mighty, mighty parenting crutch called daycare.The Mayor and The Rooster are home with me...Mother of the Year.[cough, cough]Oh, the togetherness!...
Off To Burn My Bra...
I drop The Mayor and The Rooster off at daycare each morning and MORE THAN A YEAR AGO I developed a TECHNIQUE for my departure.The Technique requires a series of hugs, kisses and big waves and, when p...
One Way To Be Politically Correct
When I arrived The Rooster was wearing a hand painted, paper and pipe cleaner pilgrim bonnet.[The latest in haute pilgrim!]While the girls wore bonnets, the boys in Rooster's class donned tall, stiff ...
Cereal for Dinner
Yesterday was the first time I have been alone in about ten days.The weight of all that I witnessed flooded my soul. It was a hard day.Even little things were hard.It was picture day at The Mayor and ...