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Updates from the other side of Christmas:It was a beautiful holiday, full of joy and crafting and sweets. We hung our outside lights inside this year and they lit up the living room so cheerfully. Edan still bears the honor of placing the star on the top of the tree, and we all wondered when that duty will be passed down to Clemy. It is such a pleasure to live out our traditions and expand them

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Oh, sweet Clementine. You are just over six months old and we are having the best time with you. You are an exceptionally calm baby, and you still don't fuss very much. You have been happily slurping up lots of avocado and peas and sweet potatoes and squash, and you are always grabbing at our plates, hoping that someone will take pity on you and give you a taste of something new. You snatch the

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Dear Edan,You turned seven this month. Seven! I can hardly believe it, and I always have to say it with an exclamation point at the end. Seven! Having Clementine in our house has brought back a flood of memories from your babyhood. Things I had completely forgotten come racing back, transporting me to a different time. Like how you used to squeeze the skin on my side when you nursed and did this

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I had no idea how it would be with two. How mind blowing and exhausting and heart exploding. I worried that I wouldn't have enough love in my heart to give to two, and people laughed at me and poo-pooed my concern. Now I laugh at myself, see how stupid it was to think that I might not be over the moon for this baby like I was for Edan. And the best part is coming out into the living room and

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Nothing happened the way I wanted it to. Everything was the exact opposite of what I had planned for and I am trying to be okay with it. I am mostly okay with it, now. But probably I will always be a little sad that I was not the first person to hold you, that those most precious first moments were spent in the gloved hands of strangers. They were good strangers, and they treated us with respect

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Dear Baby, I love you and I'm so glad you are coming. I can't wait to smell you and touch your skin and meet your eyes with mine. I can't promise that things will be perfect. There will be yelling, sometimes, and hurt feelings and mistakes. There will be impatience and stubbornness and selfishness, surely. But there will also be bubble baths! And your big sister's silly made up songs for every

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OOOOH, my there's a lot of naughty happening in our house lately.THE 'ROCK' IN THE EARA couple of weeks ago, Edan's teacher called me at work to inform me that Edan came back from art class with a 'small pebble' in her ear. She could see it, but didn't want to try to get it out for fear of pushing it farther down. So, I made the trek out to her school to see for myself, hoping that I wouldn't

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Dear Edan,I am very late in writing this post, but I didn't want to let six pass us by. Your birthday this year was a smashing success, despite the fact that your outdoor party was planned for the same day the national weather advisory issued a flash flood warning. All day I worried and fretted about what might happen, but I really shouldn't have even bothered. If I had really thought about it, I

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Oh, this life. This gorgeous, mixed up, tumultuous life.There are days, hard days, when I have had a headache since I woke up and the bills aren't getting paid and the house is a mess and someone is mean to me in a grocery store and the traffic is bad and the dogs poop on the floor and I am too shouty and I feel guilty for just scraping by, for only giving the absolute bare minimum. When my

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I don't come here very much anymore. Hardly ever even think about it really, which is strange because this used to be one of my very favorite places to hang out. I don't know what changed, just one day I found this beautiful hand bound notebook and I can never resist a beautiful notebook, so I started journaling again. I carry it in my (way too heavy as it is) purse and when I think of

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Recently overheard:sung, loudly and with passion:I feel heartbreaks!I feel heartbreaks!But I have mommy and Jeffy and Kiki and Linus in my family so I am not alooooooone!I have people in my heart and aminals in my family so I am not alooooooone!complaining of nausea and queasiness:Oh momma! I feel so pukish and squeezy!from her perspective:Sometimes I'm a little naughty and sometimes I'm sassy,

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She is officially a big girl now. A Kindergarten girl. A backpack-and-lunch box girl with a skip in her step and a smile on her face. She leaps out of bed every morning and dances into school where a woman with a harp waits to play them into the day singing Schulah, schulah, sing a song with me. She is doing yoga in PE and planting a garden in science and making a portfolio to protect all her

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'I feel sad. It's hard to leave things behind,' she says.'Mmm-hmmm. It's okay to feel sad about leaving something behind. It's hard. But we must learn to look forward. It's important to recognize when something is over and allow it to end,' I say. I don't know if it's over her head.'Is that one of your rules for life?' she asks.'Yes. It's an important one.'....'That's kind of intense,' she

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Edan's grandparents used to have a dog named Maddy. The dog died from old age after Edan met her for the first time about two years ago. Edan is still always talking about her, sometimes crying into her pillow about how much she misses her.Right now, Edan is on the floor drawing a picture of a cemetery in shades of orange and yellow. And when I asked her about the color choice she said, "This is

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Dear Edan,Yesterday was your birthday and you were sick, so we spent most of the day on the couch. We didn't get to do any of the things I had planned for you, and there was a lot of snot and crying and you shouting 'help me, please help me!!!!' over and over again, but I am really happy to say that it still managed to be a really good day. You curled up on top of me, just like you used to when

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We are having so much fun.Scaling walls.And picking strawberries.And remembering to stop and smell the roses once in a while.I really hope you remember this.I know I will.

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After you get married, everyone who wasn't there will ask you how it went. Was it perfect? they will say, was it everything you've ever dreamed of? Here is a piece of advice: just say yes.Because if you tell the truth, if you tell them that your dress was butchered so badly by the guy who did the alterations that you were literally being held together with safety pins and how you forgot your bra

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I haven't flown anywhere in years, since we came back from England. But before that, oh before that. It seemed like every two months for four years I was packing up and flying somewhere. Catching a train, a taxi. Checking in, tagging my bags. Running through terminals, dragging a beat up bag. Sleeping on the floor, with my face pressed against the window. Once, I arrived at an airport in D.C. and

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Recently overheard:"It's just so hard being in my imagination. It's like, sometimes, when I have something in my imagination and I think about it for a while, then it's like, you know, I think it's real, but it's really just in my imagination and then I get confused. But mostly it's the worst when I'm in my imagination and I'm imagining something really bad and scary and then I think that's real

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066643277574837141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019791448909967520.post-8885028563103730562008-12-15T22:48:00.019-06:002009-01-05T19:00:38.005-06:00

Busy, busy.First, there was Thanksgiving:Then, my parents got married:And then, it snowed:...less than six hours after Edan wished it would.After that, things really got busy.We got a Christmas tree:And we decorated the house:And we wrote a letter to Santa:And now I"m tired of messing with the formatting on this confounded thing, so I'm going to continue the world's longest photo recap later.

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I ran out of sounds, so I've decided just to start numbering these posts.Here are some pictures of my honeys, because they are very adorable:Recently overheard in our house: Edan: Guess what I'm going to be when I grow up? Me: I don't know, a garbage truck? A unicorn? A hamburger? Edan: No. Me: Well, what then? Edan (very seriously, and with emphasis): The best person in the

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Last night I sat down to watch Law and Order: SVU a few minutes before it started. The end of Biggest Loser was showing and this man was surprising his wife with a vow renewal ceremony for their 20th wedding anniversary. He was able to put his wedding band on for the first time in 15 years. The episode ended with his wife saying, “ I just love him so much. I can’t imagine any wife loving her

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It' dark by 7:30 lately, and even though we are still topping out at 94 degrees most days, the sun feels less intense and the mornings have a definite chill to them. Our air conditioner doesn't even run at night anymore. I'm getting the crock pot out and buying supplies for Edan's Halloween costume and rifling through her box of winter clothes to find out what still fits and what I'll need to

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Oh, didn't you hear? Blogging is the new rain dance, apparently. Starting the day after I wrote that last pathetic, sweaty post it rained to some degree (shut up! sprinkling does too count!) every day for a week. And for a second there I let my guard down and enjoyed the brief reprieve and wore a shirt that wasn't a tank top for the first time in three months. It was glorious.***People that I'm

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People. It has been a hot summer. Not just regular hot, HOT hot. The kind of hot that makes you feel like you're wilting. The kind of hot that makes every thing but your temper run on slow motion. The kind of hot that wakes you up in the middle of the night even though your thermostat is set at 74 and you gave up wearing anything more than a tank top and your skivvies to bed months ago. That kind

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Today Edan was writing a note to her friend, and for the very first time figured out how to spell and write a word completely on her own. The word she chose? Hope. Sometimes, between the tantrums and the butt wiping and the spilled milk, I forget that everything she does is poetry. I forget that she is magic and joy and love, personified. I forget just how lucky I am to have her in my

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People will tell you that four is the magic number. 'Just wait', they will say as your child writhes around on the floor screaming, 'Everything gets better when they turn four.' But me? Well, I'm a purveyor of truth, and I am here to say four is NOT the magic number, things do NOT get better, and I HOPE YOU BROUGHT LIQUOR to four.Four is temper tantrums, and sudden violent distaste for foods she

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Edan came home last night from her visit with her grandparents and of course she was totally fine, all in one piece and everything, and it sounds like they all had a good time but can I just tell you, I have never been happier to see any other human in my whole entire life! Their flight was delayed so I just sort of wandered around the house for two hours, looking out the window and randomly

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You think your child is pretty well adjusted, considering. You work really hard to make things easy for her, to guard her from any negative feelings or difficulties in her dad's and your relationship. And for the most part, you think you do a pretty good job. You just live your lives. What else can you do, besides hope for the best? So you cruise along and you think things are fine. You think

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Dear Edan, This is the year that flew by. I cannot believe you are four years old. I look at you, and I still feel like someone is playing a mean trick on me, that it can't possible be true. Yesterday we had a wonderful party and all the people that love you most came to our backyard and celebrated your life. Splashed in the pool and sang to you and cheered you on when it was your turn to hit

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Just quickly because sometimes? When Edan is rolling around on the floor and throwing a fit in the middle of a furniture store? I need to remember how funny she can be:"If you don't let me watch a movie I will scoop you up and flush you down the toilet."And also? If you were thinking about having kids, I beg you to consider this:We are at Barnes and Noble, reading books in the children's section

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Edan decided that she wants to do martial arts (should that be capitalized?) several months ago. Most dojos have classes for children starting when they are four years old, so with her birthday looming (OMG-FOUR YEARS OLD!), I started researching some places in our area. There's a place a couple of blocks from our house that got good reviews, so we set up a meeting with the owner that came with a

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Edan made up this new game that we have been playing every single day....it starts at bathtime where I am the customer and I have to go into the 'I See You Dear' pet store to buy a deer. She cracks up every time at her excellent play on words. " Get it? Because it's a deer, but it's called I See You Dear? Like, deer, dear! HA HA!" She is the last one so I choose her to bring home. Her name is

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Monday was my stepdad's birthday, so me and E went to the farm to spend some time with my family this weekend. We splashed in the creek and dug in the mud and rode four wheelers and ate some really good barbecue. We tried to pet the cows, then we tried to keep the dogs from chasing the cows. Edan watched with her mouth hanging open as some of the guys skinned a squirrel they had shot earlier.

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Forgive me Internet, for I have sinned. It has been twelve days since I last blogged...It's not that I don't have anything to say (ha, ha, like that would ever happen!), it's just that we are actually having a spring this year! In Texas it is summer pretty much all year around, so for us to have definitive seasons (complete with changes in the weather and everything!), well, it's a pretty big

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Edan totally redeemed herself yesterday, and we spent the day as a prime example of the urban-earth family. In the morning we went to family yoga, followed by some nice tea and a ride over to the farmers market where we sampled local wares and danced in the square to some wicked zydeco. Then we walked around downtown window shopping and clucking our tongues at how overpriced everything is until

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Question--If I were going to put an ad on craigslist with this picture:and a title that said 'Free to Good Home', should I leave out additional descriptions like 'does not sleep' and 'screams so loud that your ears fall off and you can still hear her'? Should I mention that she 'whines more than the dog on steak night' and 'comes with a limitless supply of laundry'? What about 'expert at tricks'?

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I feel like I am being filmed for a sitcom. Like my life is one long, G-rated joke being filmed for faceless audiences who laugh on command at family comedies. Take, for example, our foray into the wilderness last weekend.The scene opens on our arrival at the campsite. It is not quite what we were expecting, but we are a Make the Best of It kind of family. The first thing we want to do is set up

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Recently: "Oh mommy, you really crap me up!"***We are going camping this weekend! I don't know why, but I got it in my head a couple of months ago that I just really wanted to pitch a tent somewhere and show Edan the joys of sleeping under the stars. We can only stay for one night, but I'm so, so excited. Edan says she can't wait for the shmore's, " and we can go swimming in the river, and

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066643277574837141noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019791448909967520.post-50818035123981321762008-03-12T19:05:00.003-05:002008-03-12T20:22:46.729-05:00

I just spent fifteen minutes Googling things like 'orange spots on skin' and 'random lesions' and 'am I dying?'. Then I went to Web, M.D. where I had a brief panic about shingles, chicken pox, and ring worm of the skin. My final diagnosis?Spaghetti sauce. It's the most common symptom of being a Messy Eater.***Edan is still pushing for a baby sister by the time she turns five. Her newest

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Every night Edan asks me to stay with her 'just for one more second mommy, please mommy, just one more little bit' when I put her to bed. There is no trace of the whining, whining, whining of her day time voice, just a simple request, every night, for 'just a smidge more, oh please won't you stay'. And how can I refuse? I always stay for a little more, and sometimes a lot more. We whisper back

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066643277574837141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019791448909967520.post-88340996982276129752008-03-05T19:08:00.004-06:002008-03-05T20:55:45.733-06:00

Due to my exemplary status as a professional short term employee and permanent poor person, I have never had the pleasure of having medical insurance. We could all scream about the tragic state of the health care system in this country, but I have a feeling we're all a little tired of that conversation so lets just shake our collective fists and be done with it. Ready? SHAKE!I haven't been to the

tiffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14066643277574837141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9019791448909967520.post-49745401890695999042008-03-02T12:42:00.001-06:002008-03-02T12:43:59.752-06:00

I can't remember if I've had an ear infection or not, so I can't verify this, but Edan says it feels like 'the inside of my ear is black' and also that it's full of 'bloody potatoes'.Interesting.

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Anytime I am filling out a medical history for Edan or just swapping war stories with another mom and I make note of the fact that I have never had to take her to the doctor for anything (except that one time we were in Paris and she caught pink eye) because she is just an incredibly healthy child, not even the flu or an ear infection which pretty much every baby gets, I secretly feel a little

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Jeff and I had a really bad flu a few weeks ago. Jeff actually got it twice, and while we're both pretty much over it, we still have lingering coughs and varying bouts of exhaustion. It was one of those knock-you-flat-on-your-back illnesses that make you wish you were dead, and as soon as I could walk again I raced around spraying bleach on everything and making Edan drink eighteen packets of the

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It's funny, isn't it, how easy it is to learn new things about yourself? How suddenly you can discover new passions and how even more suddenly you find yourself dreaming new dreams, wishing new wishes? I am nothing if not a change chaser. It's like one day I am hearing the word doula and the next day I am working to become one, obsessed with birth, immersed in new life. Reading and listening and

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I have the flu.I don't want to regale you with the various shades of snot that are coming out of my nose or complain about having to make my own chicken soup so I have been staying away from the computer, but today Edan said she had an Evil cough and that cheered me up a bit. Also, I made a heart shaped pizza for us for dinner last night and the first thing she said was, 'Do they even sell heart

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I really thought I had a little more time before Edan became a raging shithead, but I was wrong. Sunday was like the XGames of parenting, all tantrums and defiance and just general nastiness. By the time dinner rolled around I had had Enough. It was that sort of fed up, no tolerance attitude that makes you scream til your eyes bleed when you are presented with even the most reasonable complaint.

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Her: Oh you look nice today.Me: Thanks...Her: I guess you can wear a dress, you won't get cold like us skinny folks will you?Me: Uh, no, I guess I don't have a lot in common with you skinny folks.And now I'm off to a baby shower for a co-worker where I am likely to be confused for the pregnant one. Oh, well. Wouldn't be the first time.

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You would think that after spending nine months periodically paying a stranger to put his hand up my hoohah followed by inviting multiple people to stare into the depths of my nether regions for fifteen hours I'd be a little more comfortable with the goings on of my lady bits, but no. You would think that almost ten years of monthly reminders of The Curse of Being a Woman might be long enough to

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Right now it is 4:28 and I am at work (blech!) and a man just came in for an appointment that doesn't start until 6:30! "Oh my, but you're awfully early!", I said. And he told me that he just wanted to wait because he likes to sit waiting rooms. All I know is he better not try making conversation with me or I will put incense in his eye. *** This may come as a surprise to you, but people have

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I would like to tell you how great Christmas was, how awesome it was to really reconnect as a family and just spend time together. I would like to tell you how exciting it was to perpetuate the myth of Santa, and how proud I felt when Edan asked how to spell 'reindeer' so she could write thank you notes to them. I would like to explain every wonderful thing that happened--every squeal, every

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I do not have time to write about how awesome Christmas was because we had a chocolate fountain and I am still high from all the sugar and also all the love and the merry and the kisses and the spontaneous 'thank you! thank you! this was the best Christmas EVER!''s. And the hand holding and four stay home days in a row and the shiny bows and the twinkling lights and the mangling of Christmas

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I don't know what the hell has come over me, but I swear I am not normally like this. I think partly it's Edan's fault, since her new favorite color is 'golden' and everything must be 'golden' and there's really no way to buy 'golden' Christmas decorations without looking at least a little tacky. She picked out the ugliest wreath upon which the 'golden' ornaments are more of a shiny kind of puke

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I was going to post yesterday and tell you about my shameful attempt at a workout, but I was too busy moaning and crawling around on all fours because holy heck I could not even think about walking upright with out bursting into tears I was so sore.I was sitting at home eating chocolate chips on Saturday morning and my internal monologue went something like this,"WOO! Yeah! I'm gonna work out

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Got a free trial at a gym.Fixin' to go to a yoga class and then do cardio.What was I thinking?

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I had this whole, funny, sarcastic post planned for today. There were pilgrims involved and I was hoping to make you laugh, because I figured you'd be getting enough of the sentimental 'be grateful for your family, it's the little things that matter most, count your many blessings' stuff today. But that was before I had to rush Edan to an emergency dentist.Her dad was supposed to bring her home

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Some days are not good days.Some days you wake up fussy and exhausted because you haven't slept through the night in, oh, I don't know, almost THREE AND A HALF YEARS, and your baby is wiping her snotty nose on your shoulder and asking why your belly is so big.Some days you are mad that you have to work six day weeks and 10 hour days, but you feel like a bitch if you complain because your

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I am catching myself in these wistful, sigh laden moments more and more as time goes on. She's getting so big. She's about half my size now, and she speaks better than many adults I have had the misfortune of knowing. "I don't care for this mango. I think I'd prefer a banana."Jeff laughs at me when I refer to her as The Baby. I furrow my eyebrows and try not to listen to his reasoning...my baby

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My three year old daughter is,like, totally goth.She is OBSESSED with death and dead people and corpses and cemeteries and it's ALL MY FAULT. We got this Spanish book from the library and there is something about Dia de los Muertos in there and some pictures of some Mexicans having a party in a graveyard, so I started telling her about the celebration."...and then they all sit on the graves of

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Halloween was so fun. Edan loved her costume and raced from house to house in the best of spirits. Even when we were coming to the end of the night and the other kids were having melt downs, Edan was just ecstatic. The novelty of being outside after dark, staying up late, and all that free! candy! won out over any feelings of tiredness and I was so proud of her.Sadly, I'm a big fat loser who

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On Halloween in 2002, I had lived in the UK for a little over a month. I had been very busy enjoying the fact that I never got ID-ed there and that I had made friends with a very nice Scottish drug dealer who lived in the flat below me. His name was Scanny and his growing partner was a recovering heroin addict called Hedghog who I never once saw fall off the wagon. They were great guys and didn't

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For the past week we have been blessed with the kind of weather that makes you tip your face up to the sun and smile periodically throughout the day. It is cool and crisp, but if you stand still for a few minutes you will feel the warmth of the sun on your shoulders. It's perfect. My sister came to see our new house and spend a little time with us and we had the best day on Sunday. We rented a

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People, it has been rough week.I woke up on Tuesday with my spastic eye swollen SHUT. I mean it would not open AT ALL. The whole left side of my face was puffed up and red and kind of disgusting. It looked a little like I had glued a rotten tomato to my face. And since I have the great misfortune of being a professional short term employee (read:I can't hold down a job), I do not have insurance

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Woke up with a swollen eye accompanied by random itching on my cheek and pain inside my ear. Was feeling otherwise fine, until the past couple hours when I have been overcome by a persistent icky blah feeling and an intense need for sweets. Consulted Dr. Google, was referred to specialist Web, MD. Have been advised that I could be suffering from one or more of the of the following things: eye

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" This water is so cold! I can feel it in my throat and down to my chest and in my belly button and down to my VAGINA!"

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I do not recommend being a single parent. It is hard, thankless work and it takes it's toll on your heart. It wears you out, it tears you up. And yet despite the harshness of it, there were many things I really liked about being a single mom. For example, I was always the boss and I never had to consider any other grown ups opinions. I decided what to feed Edan, how to discipline her, what time

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After a really long weekend of back breaking work, we are all moved in to our new house. We are maybe half unpacked and zero decorated. Whatever, at least all our shit is there. In an effort to save your sanity, your relationship, and maybe even a few bucks, I have compiled a list of moving do's and don't-you-dare's.Do pack in advance. You will hate yourself for packing the night before when you

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Working at a clinic where the doctors only practice oriental medicine is good for me. I really believe in the healing power of Eastern medicine and I have learned a lot, plus we get lots of totally harmless, incredibly entertaining people in. I love me some Nu Age baby boomers and Austin is full of aging hippies. There is one lady who comes in twenty minutes early every week and sits in the

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We closed on our house last Thursday. We have been homeowners for a whole week! And landlords! I kind of like thinking of myself as a lord. Lord Tiffany. Huh.Anyway, we can't move in until the 5th. Which is one week away. And have we packed? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. No.Suddenly I feel like I need to take advantage of all the great stuff that we have in our neighborhood. Used furniture shops that

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Oh HI! Remember me? Because I certainly haven't forgotten you! Oh no, I would much rather be here making inappropriate jokes than laid out in bed for four days. I have had a lot of health stuff going on this week and haven't even had the energy to listen to my voice mails. Unfortunately, I still had to go to work everyday. Blech. Piece of shit body falling apart aside, I feel like a I have a lot

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I am very much a feeler and everything always seems incredibly intense to me. If I am happy, I am ecstatic; if I am sad, I am depressed. But unless you are related to me, you have probably never seen me cry. I just don't very often. But my god, when I do...please run for your life because you are sure to drown in my sorrow and be unwillingly recruited to listen to me try to work out my feelings

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I am wondering if I will spend my whole life at a crossroads. I am wondering if I will ever take more than three confident steps down one single road. If I will plough forward, pursuing til the end; usually running, sometimes walking, but never, never slowing to a stop.I graduated from college abroad when I was twenty years old. I had paid my own way and travelled and seen some of the most

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One day The Boy was doing the dishes while The Girl folded the laundry and The Baby slept. It had been a typical day in the life they had made. They ate dinner at the yellow table that they kept in the living room. "Tell me about your day." They played outside, running circles and reminding each other to stay out of the road. They pet the dog, gave The Baby a bath. They giggled during bath time

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First of all, bear with me folks. I am not a technologically advanced person--in fact, up until yesterday I basically knew how to check my email and write a word document. And that was it. Eventually I will figure out how to make this page look fancy and I will figure out how to put up lots of fabulous photos of my big girl, but until then, just imagine lots of beautiful codey stuff and pretend

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Hello!And welcome to a world where fraction sentences, gratuitous punctuation and self-absorbed musings collide with the grand love for my three year old. And poop. Lots of poop.In order to make you feel at ease (and also to trick you into thinking my writing is worth a shit) I am going to suggest reading this blog with a hefty glass of wine in your hand. I know I'll be writing with one. Possibly

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oh, 2006. It's December 31st . I am sitting at work on a Sunday, and I sort of found myself considering what I have learned from life this year. I wish I had some profound offering for you, some snippet of epic proportions which might bring a tear to your eye, but the fact is, I feel kind of

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" I wish I had a mommy and a daddy." My heart stopped, just for a moment. I was sucked back to a time when I had no hope that she would know her daddy. A time when all I could think about was making sure she never blamed herself, or felt like it was her fault. Then I remembered, " You do have a mommy and a daddy. You just saw him and you're with me now." " No, I mean I wish I had a mommy and a

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"Mommy? Is that a man or a lady?" she says pointing at the person standing behind us in line at the grocery store. "Momma?" I turn and, under the pretense of reading the trashy gossip magazines on the rack, try to steal a glance out of the corner of my eye. Longish hair, sun damaged face. Baggy sweat pants, T-shirt, tennis shoes. Are those extremely saggy breasts or a series of unfortunately

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Dear Linus, I am writing to inform you that you are a piece of shit dog. Just in case you didn't know. You are stupid. You are rude and slobbery and you eat all my stuff. (Why do you only eat my stuff? You never eat Jeff's stuff, and he's the one who loves you.)You jump on me and knock Edan over. You chewed off her babys arm for fun, for chissakes! But these things are forgivable. Slobber

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I stand in the kitchen toiling away at the sink while dinner bubbles merrily on the stove. I am barefoot and have just finished peeling potatoes. My hair is frizzy and falling out of it's bun. When I reach up and swipe it away from my face it sticks to my forehead. I am a house Frau. I laugh at myself a little, at the absurdity of my domestic-ness. I remind myself to buy an apron so that next

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Bedtime has come and gone. I find my self so blissfully, happily alone tonite. Maybe I am content with this solitude because I know there is a deadline. Because I know that any minute now the baseball game will be over and Jeff will be home, reminding me that I am somebody loved. Tonite I took a walk with the only person I feel completely justified in calling the love of my life. We had what she

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Last night while flipping channels I happened upon a documentary called 'Little Beauties' on VH1 (I have no idea why it was on VH1). It followed five little girls who spend their free time as professional pageant contestants. And I mean very LITTLE girls. We're talking between 4 and 6 years old. They spend thousands of dollars on pint sized dresses, they smile on command, they are told to flirt

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Me: What's your favorite thing to do? Edan: Play tricks and eat ice cream. and Me: What's the secret of life? Edan (whispering in my ear): Life. ____________________________________________________________ real word--edan's version mango--flamingo as in "How about I eat two more bites of this flamingo?" without--about as in "Don't leave about me!" ____________________________

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i wouldn't have known what i was missing. I was not supposed to be a mother. I didn't want to have children. I am a selfish person by nature, and I have never felt maternal. Had it been left up to me and my Life Plan, I would probably never have become pregnant, and certainly not while I was in

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This morning, just as I was checking my email at work, my cell phone rang. The number of the daycare that Edan goes to flashed on the screen and I knew immediatley that something was wrong. After all, someone who is taking care of six children under the age of five doesn't have time to call for a chat. My heart caught in my throat when I heard the words, "Edan is hurt." I could hear in her voice

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Dear Edan, Today is your birthday and, in many ways, today is my birthday. Because in the moment you came into the world, I became a new person. I saw everything with new eyes and I felt, for what would be the first of many times, my heart physically fill and swell in a ways I did not know were possible. I will never forget the way you looked in the first moment I saw you…all perfect

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…now my knuckles are black and blue and splintered with knocking wood and I feel as though my heart will break any moment. But in the same instant I feel that I may combust and shower the world in great and insurmountable golden joy. The fringe of my eyes flicker as I dream of faceless babies being ripped from my womb while a midget plays Bach. And laughs. The absurdity of it, and the humor, is

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Bluebird skies always with a rainbow, flowers grow in the dust. So became the world. -Edan Raen Morgan Paul She really said that. My girl was born with poetry on her lips.

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bookworm. I can not remember a time when I didn't read voraciously. I usually finish a book within twenty four hours of scanning the first line. Turning pages, creating characters, setting scenes in my imagination. Leaning way in with my ear pressed to the page so I can hear the voice of the

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She stands in front of me, naked but for her My Little Pony underpants and wailing at the injustice of it all. Her hair is wild the way only a three year olds can be and her little teeth poke up in straight white posts in her gaping mouth. Her cheeks are slick with spit and snot, and she doesn't even bother

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