Category: motherhood
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Cabin Fever. Wii Olympics. Shutter Island.
On Sunday Emory and I packed up the car and set sail for South Jersey to stay with grandma and grandpa for a few days. The snowstorm that hit us last week was lovely, but it kind of kicked my ass where cabin fever is concerned. We were just stuck indoors too much and I…
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The Nanny and Separation Anxiety.
We have been using a nanny for a little over a month. She came highly recommended by the owner of our building who has employed her for two years and continues to every day after her kids are out of school. (I have her in the mornings, three days a week.) She’s been perfectly fine.…
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A Small Confession
As I was sitting around last night craving comfort food and feeling a little sorry for myself, two words suddenly came to mind: I’m lonely. And then saying them out loud later to my husband gave me a bit of relief. I’m lonely. When it comes to friendship, I tend to put most of my…
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Mostly Wordless
You’ll have to forgive me for not having much to say right now. It’s been a rough week. And other than baking some more chocolate chip cookies for a friend, I haven’t baked anything new this week. I have written three posts since last Wednesday and all of them seem completely inappropriate given the situation.…
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What Do I Expect From A Nanny?
I just interviewed a nanny to help out around here while I get some work done. I’m totally confused as to how this works and nervous about it all the same. You see, Emory can be a tough kid to keep track of especially when trying to take him someplace and she suggested that they…
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Give Me A Bappy!! I Want A Bappy!
Today is Tuesdays With Murray, which means I’m supposed be writing about Murray. And I have a story to share. But Internet? It’s been a really rough four days and my brain is out of batteries. You see, Toby and I decided (out of nowhere) that we were going to take away the bappy. Y’all…
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First Haircut!
Emory had his first haircut yesterday. I love his curls, and I’m all for longer hair on boys, but the back of it looked like an albino Brillo pad. Trying to comb it had become impossible. Whenever I did try, he would scream, “OW! OW! OW, MAMA!” And most of the time I hadn’t even…
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The Wrong Feet
I just spent two whole hours on the playground with my son only to realize that his shoes were on the wrong feet the entire time. I can’t even begin to tell you how distinctly terrible this makes me feel. Why didn’t he say something? Why didn’t I notice? Why didn’t he fuss about it?…
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Not My Friend Nathan.
This might be the single most awesome comment this blog has ever seen. Like, I think my work is done here. Blog for sale! Lady are u insane? Speaking as a 12 year old, when I was 5 I didnt think about any thing like what you are talking about. except… this is SO funny and…
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NaBloPoMo: Maclaren Stroller Recall
Yesterday dozens of people sent me emails about the Maclaren stroller recall. I appreciate the thought, and I do hope that people continue to send me stories like this in the future because I do want to know. But here’s the skinny on this one: I’m just not getting it. I have the Maclaren Techno…
