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Her Royal Highness and the Spud

Posted on February 18, 2008

You can do everything to treat your kids the same:mete out identical portions of treats;match toy and game acquisition with unerring accuracy;balance the rotation of who goes first and who gets what;and on and on, the reality is, despite your best intentions, history may paint a different story. There they are, note the matching care seats, the pigtails (Briar’s braided and Avery’s loose as per their preferences). Briar is playing with a spangly princess necklace and Avery has got her potato. Her super fun, can’t-live-without-it-must-take-it-with-me-from-Deb’s-potato. You think I’m kidding, but look at the grip she’s got on that thing. And this? Here she is telling me in no uncertain terms that, no, she does not want to eat her potato for dinner, nor does…

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Excuse me, you there trying to do it all…

Posted on February 14, 2008

Yesterday was a long day between my “freelance job” and the way demands from it pecked away at me from my first cup of coffee to bedtime; my “regular job” which had impossible situations highlighting how despite my best efforts there are some things that I cannot fix; and my “dream job” sitting off to the side receiving unacceptable-to-me bursts of attention as the hours allowed. I found myself growing more aware with each tick of the clock of how many dishes sat at home, how empty the cupboards were, and how I longed to be with Sean and the girls. They had all been napping as I dressed. The entire upstairs was closed in from the cold, curtains drawn, blankets stacked high and…

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So a pregnant chick sits down at a table with 3 engineers…

Posted on February 14, 2008

What happens you ask? Absolutely nothing. No offense to any engineer readers I might have, as soon as my belly and I sat down it was like the air over the table froze. Small talk sputtered at best. “Butter?” I offered. “No thanks, don’t use it,” answered engineer number 1, who was a dead ringer for Scotty from Star Trek “You don’t use butter, really?” queried engineer number 2. “No,” answered Scotty, never looking up from his dry roll. Quiet chewing of dry dinner roll ensued. “I’m from Canada,” offered engineer number 2 completely out of the blue. “You don’t say,” the third engineer lobbed back completely by reflex. Sipping and chewing. “I’m from Vermont,” said Scotty proudly.”A lot to do there.” Silence. “There…

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A boy named Sue

Posted on February 12, 2008

We certainly wouldn’t name a son “Sue,” but would we name a daughter “Lou”? Maybe. Ok, not literally, but this name thing, it ain’t easy. Sean and I have to cop to not wanting to pick a name that is on any of the “Top Baby Name” lists. We thought we’d done pretty well, but I got a comment about 6 weeks ago from another woman who had two daughters named… Briar and Avery. Her Avery came before her Briar, so at least our names weren’t entirely replicated in another family. We have had a list going very casually for about a month, but in the last couple of days have gotten very serious. I’m not sure where the sudden focus on naming this…

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