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    Double Dog Dare You and Other Life Lessons

    April 27, 2008 /No Comments

    My 6-year-old stuck a green plastic ball into his ear on a dare. The ER couldn't get it out. The ENT did. He never did it again. Parenting is something else.

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    Go Fly A Kite

    April 26, 2008 /No Comments

    It was such a lovely day when we got home that at 4pm, I decided it was a good idea to get the kids back in the truck and drive to the city park and fly our kites.

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    Attack of the PMS Avenger

    February 7, 2008 /No Comments

    Once a month my alter ego takes over. She's emotional, irrational, and very irritable. I call her the PMS Avenger, and this month she was particularly unavoidable.

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    Vice Device

    January 31, 2008 /No Comments

    Stayed up too late reading, my son almost missed the bus, and he went to school without breakfast. The constant failures of motherhood, summed up in one morning.

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    It all adds up.

    January 30, 2008 /1 Comment

    My patience is finite, and its limits are being tested today. First, my son loses his mind the instant he happens to overhear me say that he will be able to go to a friend’s house to play as soon as he is done with his math… So how is it that math skills that he possessed yesterday are suddenly non-existent as he proceeds to add 25 cents and 25 cents to get 26 cents? He then looks at me expectantly like “isn’t that correct?”. WTF?

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