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WHY must my children go through a phase of not napping when they are two? They either cry themselves to sleep very late in the afternoon and then are too rested for their bedtime or they are whiney and weepy all afternoon.

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Yesterday was a hard day and I am down today. The school insists that Tommy deliberately punched a classmate in the face. Tommy insists that he reached out to shove the boy down and didn’t mean to hurt him. I think Tommy acted impulsively and regrets what he did so he wants to deny it […]

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You know it’s a Monday when: The toddler won’t nap, so you can’t bathe while she’s safe in her crib. You bathe anyway and she digs in the houseplants. You rush to get done and shave a chunk of skin from your ankle. The 8-y-o peed in his pants because his friend made him laugh […]

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Sarah and I had so much fun at the earring class this weekend. Guess what every female on my list is getting for Christmas this year? Color requests anyone? 

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More stories next weekend. Noah has a book report due next week and he wants to do it on “Ender’s Game”. Since his teacher already complains that he has no AR points because he doesn’t read anything near a third grade level (which is all that she has on the class computer), I strongly suspect […]

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A very short story – Once upon a time I painted my toenails while watching a movie in bed. I fell asleep and my toes stuck to the sheets. Textures may be great on walls, but they look stupid on toes.

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When Amy came home from the hospital, Doug was a little overprotective. No, that’s wrong. Doug was neurotically overprotective but it was funny and sweet. One day when she was only a few days old, Doug was standing over her bassinet, changing her diaper. I must divert from the point of this story to talk […]

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I tried to think about the earliest story I can remember, but all I have are a few random memories. I know that when I was about three my parents took me to an old train caboose filled with small animals (bunnies, guinea pigs, etc). My parents have no idea what this memory is, so […]