I’ve mentioned that my mom is just about one cat away from being the crazy lady on the block. I’m trying to at least disguise this fact from the neighborhood by working on her porch. Paint peeling, railing falling down, you’d think the person who lived in the house didn’t care at all about appearances except there are hand embroidered pillows on the porch swing and the cushions on the swing and the chairs are made by her hands. I…

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We’re going to have to upsize the car seat soon. Which sucks, because I’m still not over the trauma of installing the first one. We put the car seat bases in the vehicles at about Week 34. Not because we thought we would need them in the next few days, just because we were out of decent storage space in the house for 2 bases, a car seat and a stroller. Might as well put them in the vehicles, we…

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In Touchpoints, Dr. Brazelton says that when your baby does something, say pulls up on the TV and gets ready to mash the buttons, and then turns around to look at you, that s/he is looking for discipline. “Is this okay, Mommy? Are you going to do anything about it, Mommy?” I have this plant. It’s a peace lily plant. I don’t love it, because it’s a funeral plant. I got it at my grandma’s funeral, so every time I…

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In graduate school, I had a better half. Her name was Elizabeth (snicker). Elizabeth always had my back when it came to my men, my grades and my temper. She held my hand through tests, career choice, national boards, moving, my first real job. Elizabeth took care of my day to day nonsense and kept me from saying what I really thought to some choice teachers who I would have loved to give a piece of my mind. Picture one…

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Abby smiled. “It seems your daughter has donated her spice rack to the making of mud pies.” Leta wondered, “I wonder if she knows she’s donated it?” “Oh, look closer. Look at the corner of the house.” Indeed, there at the right corner of the house, right at the very edge, stood LaVerne, barely peeking around the corner to watch what the girl was doing. For a moment, she looked out at the land around her and it was as…

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(Oh, gentle reader, if you are a hard core CIO parent or if your kids have really, truly never slept in your bed and co-sleepers make you crazy – I beg you – please go read the archives today – because this post will totally make you itch and you’ll hurt yourself rolling your eyes, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself. This is all about me wanting to take care of you – clearly not at all about…

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This week I had an email from a friend. I liked my answer and since I’m pressed for time and words and ideas, I clearly decided to make it a blog post. *** So, tell me with 100% honesty… What do you think of the Mommy thing? I am afraid that maybe I am only good at the “your my kids for no more than a few hours or a few days” gig. I am wondering if I really want…

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So yesterday I spazzed over not getting to read people, and ya’ll assured me that I was still loved and to pull my head out of my ass and stuff like that. Irony is that yesterday, I was 3 hits away from my best day ever on the blog – traffic wise. Which I think I just really, really funny. PPD Watch – day two – much better – the sleep was a big help (I love my Scout). I…

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*This is an excerpt from a conversation I had with my son shortly after I hung up the wok and started snuggling.* “Mom? How many followers do you have now?” “I don’t have any followers.” “Didn’t you have like a thousand?” “No. Not hardly. I think I around 600.” “What happened to them? Did you make all of them mad?” “No. I don’t have a follower widget anymore.” “So people hate you now, right?” “No. I. Just. Don’t. Have. A.…

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Instead of watching the fireworks with family and friends, I was sitting in a dive bar chain smoking and drowning my sorrows in Long Island Iced Teas. I dragged my friend, Judy, along with me. Everyone knows misery loves an audience and a designated driver. It had been a year to the day since the last time I saw Sam. A year since he {literally} dumped me at Super America. A year of pushing people away. A year of honing…

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