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Drive Thru Pee Peril: or why you should always have a water bottle in your car if you boys

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Imagine the setting: A McDonald’s in the inner city area. This equals a tiny parking lot that is always packed with cars and people. The drive thru line is long and I’m querying the boys for their orders before we reach the speaker. It’s fairly quiet in the car until I hear Count Dooku’s worried voice say, “Mom,when we get home can we change my pants cause I fink I peed a little in dem.” My head wheels around and I reach into the back seat to feel his pants. If they are indeed wet it ...

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Becoming comfortable with yourself

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Sometimes, I’m surprised by how much I have changed in just the past few years. I got thinking about this tonight at a recipe exchange. There, surrounded by good food, good people and good conversation I found myself feeling perfectly comfortable. Why, at book group just last week I was unafraid to voice my opinions or even, heaven forbid, try to be funny. Which I sort of was. This seemed slightly unnatural to me, for I remembered past gatherings of this variety where speaking out and feeling ...

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Crossing Streams

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Right before bed, when you’ve told your four and six year old sons to go pee. Be sure to specify that they do so in different bathrooms. Otherwise you might just pass the open bathroom doorway, see two naked boy bottoms facing you and hear laughter from them over the fact that their streams are crossing. Boy ...

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Another traumatic Dentist visit

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Yesterday I went and saw the dentist again. He told me we would be taking care of a small restoration. I asked him how small it was, how deep he would need to drill and how long it would take for him to complete the process. To what did these questions turn, you ask? Why to my hair brained idea that maybe I wanted to go without local anesthetic of course. You see, me and anesthetic don’t mix. They shoot me with the stuff and my heart races and I feel so icky and panicky the whole time. And ...

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Mommy Brain

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The Joint National Committee on Prevention, Detection, Evaluation, and Treatment of Mommy Brain announced its latest guidelines just yesterday, stating that “Not all Mommy Brain, is the same.” This is only the first of hopefully many steps that will be taken to help treat Mommy Brain, which was officially diagnosed last Monday. But mothers have felt the symptoms and their families have experienced the effects of Mommy Brain for centuries. “I knew something was different right after we came ...

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Angel Kisses

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Yesterday, my baby Angel learned how to give kisses. As I held her in front of me, I puckered my lips, made an “Mmmmmm” sound and gave her a little kiss on her open mouth. After doing this a couple of times I repeated the process except that I waited to see if she would give me the kiss. And she did! As she saw my puckered lips and heard my “Mmmm” sound she pressed her open little mouth onto mine. And then she did it again and again, each time I tried it. And when daddy tried it, she gave ...

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Summer and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

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Sometimes, you just have one of those days. You wake up aching from head to foot, sniffling and coughing. The throbbing in your head compounded by shouting little voices. The husband is sick too and is leaving for work late and before noon has even arrived you’ve snapped at your him and your kids a few times. Then you have a miscommunication about who is supervising the kids during finger painting and both of you are astonished to emerge from where you had been, to see bright red foot prints ...

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Moments in a day

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1. Yesterday as I nursed Vanessa in the computer chair while reading blogs, I leaned back too far and tipped us over. As we fell in seeming slow motion I tightened my left arm firmly around her and braced us for the fall with my right. But the force of impact catapulted her right out of my left arm. She was about to face plant onto the carpet when my right arm (thank goodness for reflexes) caught her across the belly, her nose an inch from the floor. Though not hurt she cried for a minute ...

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