Posts from the ‘Parenting’ category

I’ve got your 75 mph of mind-numbing chaos right here.

So, I’m not dead. Given that my last post was about being sick, I figure that proof-of-aliveness is as good a place as any to start.…

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My voice is trapped in a seashell and so I’m going to borrow Barry White’s.

You know that kind of sick, right? The kind where your sinuses go all Chinese-manufacturing-plant-hyperdrive and even when trying to sleep you’re nonstop sniffling and wiping…

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Joyous Christmahanukwanzeidstice to all, and to all a good night.

As of the time of this writing, Santa is in China! I wonder if Chinese legislators ever stopped to think about how their one-child policy would…

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NOT back to school: Breakthroughs in Jabberwocky History

Last weekend we took a History field trip, to visit the Harriet Tubman House in Auburn, New York, and then John Brown Farm in Lake Placid.…

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What it’s REALLY like. (A/K/A: More fail.)

I had a FAIL moment this morning. The issue started upstairs and soon became an all-out brawl. I was minding my own business in the bathroom,…

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Behold: A day of parenting FAIL

On figuring out where to go for dinner. Isabel: How about The Pancake House? Aidan: No, I want something healthy. Let’s go to Wendy’s. —– On…

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I have been to Football; it is a dark and scary place.

My husband is a Buffalo Bills fan. Thank you for your condolences. From August through sometime in late fall or early winter (whenever the last  hopes…

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Of God and pee and Jesus and lambs.

Two kids. Two soccer teams. Two games each week. Plus practices. This summer I’ve spent somewhere between two and four hours, every week, on a soccer…

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Dear library, why won’t you scare my kid?

Aidan wanted a scary book. Which was fine with us; I loved scary books as a kid, too. And, frankly, asking for a scary book is…

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Why I am a lousy grown up… A play in one act

8:00 pm – bedtime ISABEL: I don’t want to go to bed. I’m scared. ME: What are you scared of? ISABEL: I don’t want to die.…

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