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Oh, The Places You’ll Go! : Straight to Hell Edition

     When people learn that my son was over 10 pounds at birth, they usually get this horrified and empathetic face about them. They speak consolatory words while inadvertently staring at my crotch. I never understood this because a push is a push.  A hole is a hole, and a head is a head. But… Continue reading Oh, The Places You’ll Go! : Straight to Hell Edition

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Fashion Forward… Backwards, Inside-Out & Hogtied

I wipe the kid’s nose on the bottom of my shirt while simultaneously swiping my sweating forehead with the collar. I scratch my tangled ponytail only to find a leaf lodged scalp-deep. I laugh when a little girl runs by, stopping to point out the rainbow of chalk handprints smacked across my stretchy pants. The wind blows,… Continue reading Fashion Forward… Backwards, Inside-Out & Hogtied

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A Year of { extra super much good + Mimi too }

So I fail decisiveness. I suppose the whole “Oh. I don’t know how to care about color schemes, can you bloggers just plan my wedding? ” bit is probably a little telling. When trying to narrow down my favorite lesson learned this year, I flip-flopped and fence-jumped and contemplated tricking you guys into voting for… Continue reading A Year of { extra super much good + Mimi too }

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it takes two & it used to take only one.

Today you are two. This used to not be the case. Yesterday, for instance, you weren’t nearly so many. I guess things can’t help changing all the time. Today we are reading your favorite book On The Day You Were Born. You point at the tiny stars on the page. I cry and cry and… Continue reading it takes two & it used to take only one.

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If It’s Any Consolation, Bob Barker Was A Close Second.

Dear son, Today is Halloween. I’m sorry. When you get older I’ll teach you important lessons about manners and tying shoes and thinking before you act. I always think before I act, but as I am sure you’ve realized, your dear mother’s train of thought is mostly the problem. I’m sorry.  Last week, unable to… Continue reading If It’s Any Consolation, Bob Barker Was A Close Second.