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Tweets About Twins
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Post #200: Honoring a Man who Completed His Bucket List
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A Child’s Blankie is a Cherished Friend
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Rules of the Biking Road: Hand Signals
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Happy Mothers’ Day to the Working Mommas ( aka, all of us)
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Homeschooling (Yes, This Again)
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Meningitis, Mistaken Gender, and Orange Pee…Our Week in Review
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Is My Child’s Bandaid Rash an Allergy?
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When a Pet Dies
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Hate to Pack? Try This “Hack.”

Tweets About Twins

A mother drops, (yes, drops) herself down next to me at a “Mother of Multiples” meeting.  She recently delivered babies seven and eight, twin boys.  You read it right.  Babies seven and eight.  I was already acquainted with this Wonder Mom as our husbands were colleagues, and was, needless to say, in awe of her ability to make babies.  Given it was four years of real effort to conceive my husband’s and my twin boys, I was (and still am) amazed by women who only have to think the word pregnant and bam!  They are with child.  Or children, in this case….

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Post #200: Honoring a Man who Completed His Bucket List

I had it all figured out.  Post #200 was going to be a little bit sad and a bit uplifting, steeped in parental poignancy.  And I was in rare form; I had the pictures ready to go before I even began a rough narrative.  (Photographs are normally an eleventh-hour pursuit for me.)  I was ready to write. But then life happened.  I haven’t written that particular post (but pics are waiting in the wings, though…yay); it will just have to wait.  Something else needed to be written and posted first, still sad, and also uplifting: Do not put off the…

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A Child’s Blankie is a Cherished Friend

  So well-loved it’s often transformed beyond recognition:  tangled shreds of a sickening brownish hue and still adored.  Sometimes tragically lost and never found, irreplaceable.  But sometimes the attachment is fickle; any soft square of material will do.   It can have its own persona, have a cute name, and even take its own adventures. What is this amorphous being of which I speak? The blankie.  Aaaahhh, the blankie. The cherished, most comforting “lovey” (psychology parlance for any item a child finds comforting) outside of Mom and Dad, is that bit of softness-to-cheek that children become so attached to.  …

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Rules of the Biking Road: Hand Signals

    My family lives in a free-spirited town.  A place where you can’t say I’ve seen it all, but you regularly get a little closer.  Like the other day.  As my favorite barista was handing me a much-needed java, I spotted, making a bee-line across the local highway, a bicyclist pulling a child trailer. Even in my coffee-deprived state I was present enough to think OMG, that’s dangerous, then realized with relief that the trailer did not chauffeur a toddler but an oversized stuffed toy huskie.  An arthritic toy dog, who I swear had a look of frozen terror on…

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Happy Mothers’ Day to the Working Mommas ( aka, all of us)

  “Do you work?” I haven’t been asked this question, in this way, for awhile.  And how thankful I am for that, for those three little words stir something in me that can only be described as unpleasant (and a little gross):  a turbulent goo sloshes in my stomach, a heat rises in my chest and a fog clouds my brain.  The sensation isn’t quite anger or embarrassment but a discomfort, unease at having to respond that while I don’t have a career outside the home, I do indeed work within it as a mother and homeschooler and writer. Am…

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Homeschooling (Yes, This Again)

Well, at least I didn’t say “never.”  Instead, fortunately, I said “won’t.” I love the saying “Never say never, never say always.”  It’s clever.  And most of the time it’s good advice…but there are exceptions.  For me, for example, those exceptions are: I will never like marmalade. I will never not get motion sick in an IMAX movie.   I will always love my family. I have written three posts on homeschooling, the most recent about how I won’t homeschool our kids and the reasons why.  Well, if I don’t swallow my words on this one, I (ahem) never will….

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Meningitis, Mistaken Gender, and Orange Pee…Our Week in Review

  It was one of those weeks. One of those that by the time it’s over, you feel as if you’ve been in a time warp and wondering what the heck happened.  As crazy and weird as it was, the week was a learning experience, a wake up call and in some ways, pretty joyful: ~Early Monday morning, I took my husband to the emergency room;  his headache had returned with a vengeance, with a fever, chills and a stiff neck.  He was admitted to the hospital for meningitis and then given every available IV drug the pharmacy had to…

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Is My Child’s Bandaid Rash an Allergy?

It’s not just adding insult to injury.  It’s literally adding injury to injury.  Two of my kids, when they need a bandaid to cover a scraped knee or elbow, end up with that painful, red and raised “rash” from the sticky part of the bandage.  Talk about unfair.  And putting bandaids on a bandaid rash obviously isn’t gonna work. I remember the first time I saw a rash from bandage adhesive.  I was working as an aide in a hospital, and the rash was actually from the white tape we used to secure gauze dressings.  Then I saw it again….

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When a Pet Dies

We have the worst luck with pets. Dog number one.  We had to give her up because she kept running away. Dog number two.  Became food aggressive with kid vomit and bit my husband.  We had to surrender him to the humane society. Lizard.  My son caught “Lizzy” in our yard and designed a lovely terrarium for the randomly-assigned “her.”  She lived her life span adored, sunning herself under her own heat lamp and feasting on bits of banana.  My son was devastated when she died. Dwarf hamster.  Our most recent, and possibly cutest, pet.  She loved corn and green beans…

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Hate to Pack? Try This “Hack.”

When it’s a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence, I just have to share.  Getting all three of my kids to agree to anything at the same time and in the same place is practically a miracle.  As my mother-in-law has observed, not just with her own grandkids but in other families as well:  one child is always unhappy. Not this time.  And the task involved actual work.  A request.  And since the reward wasn’t a lego set (note:  it never is)…well, I still can’t believe this project went 3-for-3.

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