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September 2009

Rinse, Spit and Don't Bother Repeating Yourself, I'll Wait!

Look, she spits just like a little brother! My 3 girls argue, a lot. Sometimes, it's over really dumb stuff, like, I don't know, this one is copying that one, while the other one is always annoying everyone else (guess which one, go ahead, I'll wait) but, having 3 sisters, who argue, about dumb stuff, all the time, can be awfully hard on a guy. Still. At our house, when push comes to shove, it's the teens vs. the tweens and, well, guess who gets to referee? Go ahead, I'll wait. NOBODY! "You are such a loser!" Not anymore. "Well,... Read more →

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The Back-to-School Night That Almost Wasn't

Earlier this month, on the first day of school, I posted this video on TheMotherhood.com and went on...and on...about how, after having recently earned my 15 year pin (okay, not really, but parenthood ain't all sunshine and rainbows, so they really should give us something, right?) I am JUST NOW learning how to breath. Conference call Doctor's appointment Conference call Field Hockey Game Soccer Practice Back-to-School Night #3 Yeah, well, I lied. [heavy sigh] I also remember saying something about, "not being a big fan of back-to-school nights" and how, you know, I just don't like doing them anymore. "Are... Read more →

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Wednesday's Child

"I made the team!" Most parents would be very excited, perhaps even a little relieved, to see their child commit themselves to the rigorous mental and physical demands of competitive sports and, ultimately, make it through to the final cut. [blank stare] "Did you hear what I said?" I am not one of those parents. "Oh yeah, yeah, I'm just, like, wow!" See what I mean? "Congratulations, sweetie!" Of course, I'm happy for her. Like her younger siblings, she's played recreational soccer up until the 6th grade. However, rather than going pro (heh) and playing for the middle school, like... Read more →

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Cloudy With a Chance of Niagara Falls

This is what it looks like, when your toilet needs a root canal! I was 5 months pregnant when we moved into our house and, almost 16 years later, my husband Garth [not his real name] and I still lovingly refer to it as, "our starter home." "Why don't you just sell it, as is, and move over here?" My MIL was just being nice. Really, she was. I mean, after all, I've had terrible luck with appliances and our water heater blew up, just last week, which resulted in a mad dash to grandma's for a quick shower...or 6.... Read more →

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Suffering From a Bad Case of Mommyblogger Reflux

Yesterday, I had the extreme pleasure of attending PR University's audio conference "Pitching Mommy Bloggers" as a panelist, along with Liz, Christine and Renee (yeah, don't know how that happened either) and was pretty excited about it. Until, I read Bad, Bad, Mommy Blogger Redux (written by fellow panelist Stephanie Azzarone) and, well, if you are a mom (like me) who happens to blog (no matter the reason) Stephanie is one of many public relations professionals, attempting to reach out to a community, filled with millions of diverse and colorful voices, along with about a billion misperceptions and contradictions enough... Read more →

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Suburban Sprawl, It's What's for Supper!

Guess who's coming to soccer practice? So, there was this deer, that crashed through one of our schools' windows, a few years ago. Well, they're baaaaa-aaaaack and lookin' a little, like, I dunno, dinner, maybe? What? It's not like I would go out and intentionally hurt one, or that my kids would even eat deer. Unless, it just happened to climb into my car, by accident and I told 'em it was, you know, chicken. Yes, I hate food shopping THAT MUCH!!! Check out the Official Wordless Wednesday HQ Tag, you're it: Wordless Wednesday © 2009 This Full House -... Read more →

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In Our House, Safety First Usually Happens the Fourth Time Around

My youngest daughter (she's 8) is tired of being last. How do I know? "It's...[sniff]...real hard...[hiccup]...to be...[snort]...the youngest...[sniff]...all the time!" Because, she told me, just the other day. "I know, sweetie." I grew up in a generation where parents thought it would be a real good idea to, you know, start talking to their kids about stuff, while mine were, well, still learning English. "But, it's not easy being grown up, either." Besides, their parents never talked to them about stuff, and their grandparents never talked to their parents, and so on, and so on... "Besides, you are a safety!"... Read more →

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