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Bang Up Job
Guess who cut her own hair? And did a remarkably decent job. (With only a few minor adjustments by our in-house hair stylist Kevin.) This is the same five year old who recently approached her nickname-loving father and respectfully inquired, “Daddy, I don’t care for being called Mo-Town any longer. Will you please only call me Mosely?”
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Why The Success of Your Marriage Matters to My Kids
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Dining Out
We don’t eat out all that often. You can imagine why. (It isn’t the behavior of our children, actually, thank you very much.) It’s the cost, you know. There’s really no way around the truth. There is almost nothing, not even the cheapest of fast food meals, that can be purchased at a restaurant that is actually cheaper than something…
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Right Now & Forever
So I have had these thoughts mulling around in my brain for a while now. Thoughts about the past. Which cause thoughts about the future. I like to dwell on yesterday. And the yesterdays before that yesterday. Oh so many yesterdays. I just let my mind sit still in last week, last month, last year. And then I think about…
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A Question
Asked in complete seriousness. “Mom, when I grow up can I be a boy singer and still be a superhero too?”
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Do It Yourself
Look at these cute bags. We made them ourselves. We took the idea from our favorite magazine – FamilyFun – so I cannot claim original creativity here. It was so easy. (And it has to be for an amateur at the sewing machine such as myself.) The kids all picked a favorite too-little t-shirt. I cut the bottom off and…
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While You Were Sleeping
I was feeding Wilder in his bedroom. I finished. I walked to the kitchen and was greeted by a wild scene. Two small children, one two, the other four, stood before me. Looking sheepish. And guilty. And white. Looking very white. “What?” I started to say. I quickly realized that the white that had settled on their entire beings, from…
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The Truth
Who wants to be real today? Really real. You know, my favorite posts are the ones that offer some insight, some truth, however small it is. This isn’t one of those posts. I also sort of like the ones that are just plain funny. Where you see how hilarious kids can be when they just open their mouths. You won’t…
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Manners
“Manners are made up of petty sacrifices.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson It really is the little things. While walking recently with the kids, I found myself just like them – tired, sweaty and sleepy. My arms were already full when Bergen asked me, “Mom, will you please carry my towel?” I took the towel but I didn’t really want to.…
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Shuffle
I love the random juxtaposition of the songs that flow from my iPod when it is on the shuffle setting. I’ll be floating along to the sounds of “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley and then suffer whiplash when Amy Ray shouts on about Johnny Rotten. The Cure’s “Pictures of You” takes me back to the old days and then…
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No Longer
No longer will I pass judgement upon you when I hear your kid screaming six aisles over while shopping at Wal-Mart. Perhaps you have just run over your daughter’s hand with the grocery cart and that is the reason for her ear-piercing wails.No longer will I assume you are lazy when I see you leave your shopping cart in the…
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Birthday Dos
A lot of my pictures recently seem to be of this kid. But she’s just so darn cute. And today there are more shots of Little Willow. Because it’s a big day. She turns two today. Piper, you’re a pretty cool kid. I like how you ask me to sing your special song every night. “Bennnnd Will-whoa”. And I think…
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This Body
Some days I survey my own body and I am not exactly pleased with what I see. I begin to play the ultra-damaging Compare Game. Particularly when I find myself on a sandy beach surrounded by bodies. Barely clothed, flesh-in-excess bodies. So I find myself playing The Game. I pick apart body parts, compare my untanned self to the perfectly…
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Just What We Needed
You know when you reserve a beach house from looking at photos online, you never really know exactly what you will get. After a day in the car, as soon as our gang pulled in the driveway at our new casa for the week, we all stumbled out of our bursting Suburban and looked for the water. It’s what we…
