Category: parenting
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Way Back Wednesday: The Worst Phase in Parenting
The below post is from my drafts. Based on my youngest’s current age and phase in life, I would guess I wrote this about 5 years ago. We’ve officially reached the worst phase in parenting with my oldest: That in which we cannot kill spiders because they’re nice and eat bugs. Even when they’re hanging…
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Febrile Seizures and Healthy Anxiety
It’s Friday morning and the air is cool. The sun is out and the clouds are sparse. The kids are off to school and daycare for the first time in 5 weeks and my music is turned up. Thank you Walker Hayes Pandora station. I have a quarter cup of coffee left in my to-go…
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Mental Load
My husband and I talk about mental load a lot. Mental load refers to the non-tangible tasks needed to run a household. It includes things like remembering what needs to go daycare each week and what needs to come home, knowing what assignments are due, what books need to be returned from the library, and…
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Quiet to Quiet
I sit down to write with my family in the same room. My view is both of them and, just beyond them, our flag whipping wildly outside as it pulls away from the pole. It’s windy today. My son repeatedly sticks a guitar pick he shouldn’t have into his mouth, shouting gibberish between licks. He…
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Happy 8 Month, Frederick C III!
Sweet boy, I am all sorts of behind on your blog posts but I did remember to make your 8 month board and take pictures; I feel like that counts for something (maybe backdating this entry will help…let’s all pretend it isn’t 11/21)! And while we’re on the subject, this 8 month madness felt familiar…
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Account Balance: -$2.60
We pack a lunch for my kindergarten daughter. There are a couple of reasons for this, the most important being: because we want to. Anyway, into the second week of school, she tells us that she’s been having 3 chocolate milks a day. We don’t pack those. In fact, chocolate milk is rarely an option…
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What having a 5 year old is like: A short story
This morning we take the tags off my daughter’s new winter jacket for her walk to the bus stop. Shortly thereafter, I look for her in the bathroom to make sure she’s brushing her teeth. She isn’t. Me: “Emma? Emma!” My husband: “Well, she’s not outside. She’s probably in her room.” I walk back to…
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Happy 7 Month, Frederick C III!
I missed your true 7 month mark so what better day to celebrate than on the first official day of Fall? I’m getting ahead of myself but I cannot wait to share my favorite season with you! I have a feeling you will love the crunching leaves the best! And in honor of that, I…
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