This past weekend Baby got his first haircut and I almost had to take an anti-depressant to get over it. His hair had gotten really long in the back--so long that it became rat's nesty if he sat in his carseat too long, so long that strangers mistook him for a girl, and so long that my father, who shaves every single day of the year and just has an irrational problem with long hair, was ready to take out some pruning shears and get to work on it himself. My sister was there and thank God for that because...
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Galore Nonsense Naughty Highfalutin Gangbusters Tad Toots
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There is a small-but-big, disgusting and completely new problem that has taken flight—literally—in our house over the past two weeks. I’m talking about flies. Now, I live in a household that does contain one or two people who just refuse to close the door. I swear half the time I am home on the weekends is spent bellowing, “Close the door!” We won’t even get into the fact that an open door means certain death of either dog or Baby because we’ve got a fairly busy street in front and a pool in back. Enough said about that. But the...
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Impossible to answer, right? This is the question that was posed to me last night by Middle. It was Eat With Your Family Night, and as luck would have it there was no work or soccer or board meetings or ultimate frisbee to interfere with our little family's ability to spend an ideal-sounding-but-actually-fairly-stressful meal together on the little banquette in our kitchen. Anyway, part of Middle's homework for the night was to fill out a grid with each family member's favorite author, book and genre. Baby was easy: Goodnight, Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. Eldest chose Anthony Horowitz as his...
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Pecked to death by ducks Head in a vise Tire tracks on your forehead Water level just below your nostrils Giant boulder in the middle of your chest Head feels like it might explode You are wearing a lead bodysuit No memory left on your hard drive
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And if you do, how much does that bother you on a scale of 1-10? Sunday was quite a day: Middle had a sleepover on Saturday night and Sunday marked the start of both church school and travel soccer, so I thought I'd make a decent breakfast that morning. Unfortunately that was my undoing as it resulted in a sink full of bacon grease that I had to deal with while making dinner. But I'm getting ahead of myself. After breakfast we had to rush off to church, leaving Husband and Baby with the dishes. You know how that turned...
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*also file under: Why Didn’t I Think of That? and It Really Does Pay to Ask On my way to work last Friday I stopped at Starbucks, which I do every two weeks or so and which never, never fails to make me happy. I swear, just walking in the door makes me happy. Which at this point is a national cliché, so I’ll stop there. Anyway, after ordering my grande drip, specifying no Pike’s Peak (which in my mind is just a complete waste of time and frankly diminishes my previously unqualified love of Starbucks), I noticed this little...
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