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Posted on November 20, 2007

I’ve been called a bit of a health nut, I prefer to think of it as well informed and using the knowledge to my advantage. Our family eats healthy, this is not to say that we don’t eat “junk food,” but it’s all in your perspective. We buy organic foods, no trans fats, no hfcs, no super fatty or super salty foods. Our snacks run the gamut from pita chips and humus or tortilla chips and fresh salsa, to fresh fruit and cheese or nuts and crackers. Our treats are cookies or frozen goodies, but again, purchased with their processing, or lack thereof, in mind. I work hard to make sure the girls have more than light colored blobs of pastsa or mountainous amounts…

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Mommy, look! I did it.

Posted on November 20, 2007

We were at the dining room table, Avery was taking a nap and Sean was trying to fix yet another Hmm, wonder what could cause that? kind of quirky, old house, breakdown. I had scooped a handful of tea lights and a couple of tin candle holders along with a box of wooden matches. It was early enough that the candles were more to entertain than to actually illuminate, but I still had the mild hysteria associated with anticipating being without power in the Adirondacks in the winter. I was prattling on about getting everything just so when Briar slapped the table and squealed. “Mommy, look! I did it!” I couldn’t imagine what she’d done and wasn’t ready to focus on anything but the…

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Ever notice?

Posted on November 19, 2007

Have you ever noticed that your vanity kicks in right about the least convenient time? Camping for example, en route to a camping trip I’ll inevitably find an errant eyeborw that somehow escaped the nightly scan and pluck. The entire trip (mind you, we aren’t hardcore campers with two toddlers and a small business, but still, even 48 hours can be an ordeal…) I’ll obsess, surreptitously running a finger over the offending renegade. Upon returning home I’ll dash to the bathroom, not to finally pee on something that does not harbor spiders and the off chance potential of an other-worldly creature scurrying up from the depths below to attack me at my most vulnerable, but to grab the tweezers and pluck the oh-my-god-I-bet-it-can-be-seen-for-miles-I’m-a-mutant eyebrow…

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Quarantine

Posted on November 18, 2007

We were watching a movie when we heard a shriek from upstairs, a bedraggled Adam Sandler stood frozen onscreen as we craned our necks to hear the calls from upstairs. “Was that Briar or Avery?” “Briar, I think.” It was the 7th time we’d stopped the movie. Avery had been unwilling to go down and Briar had been unhelpfully helpful, as she took calming and disciplining Avery into her own hands: “Shh, s’o, baby. Don’t cry. Shh. It’s dark time, you gotta sleep. Dis is your last warning. You hearing me? Your last warning, Avery! Go to sleep! high ho a dairy-o the sign says dark moon. HIGH HO A DAIRY-O, DA SIGN DAT SAYS DARK, DARK MOON! I said, shhh, Avery. Go. To.…

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Say What You Will…

Posted on November 17, 2007

About country music, the songs can pull your heartstrings like no other. I was just in the kitchen sitting on the floor weeping while Avery sat, completely engrossed in one of her favorite activities: removing, stacking, and knocking over the water bottles that live in the cabinet by the fridge. This activity is repeated over and over again, the best times being when she maanges to scatter them all over the kitchen floor, which, being in a 115 year old home, is slanted. I’m sure you can imagine the fun. The little radio on the windowsill was set to a country music station. I’d not been listening to the music as is often the case, setting it more for the girls’ benefit. All of…

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