Mihow

Category: motherhood

  • NaBloPoMo: It’s Not The Voting That’s Democracy; It’s The Cocoa.

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    I voted yesterday. I brought Em with me and we voted together. I thought we’d turn it into “A Thing”. I’d teach him what it means to vote; take him into the booth with me; introduce him to democracy. We’d share an American moment—mother and son. So we set off at 8:15 AM. But I…

  • Halloween 2010.

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  • It Could Be Worse…

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    It could be a hockey stick.

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    BOY! Brothers! How awesome is that? I can’t wait to tell Em when I pick him up from school. He’s going to lose his mind. He’s been asking for a brother since day one. Yay! Penis! The only downside to today was the whole having to drink 20 ounces of water before the exam. I…

  • Under the Slide and Pooping.

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    Warning to all those without children: it’s best to stop reading this right now. I used words like “potty”, “number two” and “diarrhea slide”. Em turned three on Sunday. And he’s not yet entirely potty trained. He’ll pee in the toilet 99% of the time. He’s been pee potty trained for a long time. It’s…

  • On Soccer Camp.

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    I am constantly learning new things as a mother. For example, last week I learned that getting a 3-year-old to listen to a soccer coach for three hours in 90+ degree heat is impossible. We tried. I had high expectations, but it went just about as smoothly as Mom and Baby Yoga. The good news…

  • Channeling Devo? Or Playing For the Dutch?

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    I am in the middle of a longer post about soccer camp, which we began on Monday, but it’s slow going because I’m slow going (and without any childcare this week). So for now, I’ll leave you with a picture. It poured today. Em didn’t care. He loved it. And at some point during the…

  • It’s Not You. It’s Me.

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    Here’s the skinny: I’m going through some stuff I don’t know how to write about—not yet. All I know is that lately whenever I sit down to write, I write about everything but the stuff. So I end up feeling disingenuous. All along, since the birth of this blog 9 years ago, I have tried…

  • No Strollers Allowed!

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    I wrote the post below instead of doing what I should have done which was to call the establishment directly and ask them about the sign. Instead, I did what I can’t stand and got passive-aggressive about it on the Internet. (I am currently punching myself in the face for this, btw.) I’ve decided to…

  • Mom's the Word.

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    I don’t write much about Emory for probably pretty obvious reasons. He’s no longer a baby—he’s not even a toddler anymore—he’s a little boy. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to write about him. There are so many stories I want to share daily; stories I have actually written but never push live. I just…