Archive | October, 2009
October 19, 2009 By

We’ll Save You, Balloon Boy!

There’s a national train wreck happening, and I have to admit – I can’t look away.  The adventures of the Heene family and their “balloon boy” son, Falcon, have kept me both oddly disgusted by—and addicted to—my television. A brief re-cap:  last Thursday, the media started reporting on rescue attempts aimed at saving a six year old who was thought to be adrift hundreds of feet in the air, after sneaking into a home-made hydrogen balloon.  His brothers had reported (...Read More)

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October 18, 2009 By

Box for Bags

Is your collection of plastic bags taking over a drawer, or that space underneath your kitchen sink? Here’s a great tip: use an old tissue box to keep them contained. In fact, you can even keep a box of bags in every room (or at least the ones where they might come in handy!)

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Uphill There and Back

October 16, 2009 By

One of the hard-earned rights of parenthood is the right to feel smug about how much harder it was to be a kid when we were growing up. We forget how tedious it was to hear our own parents recount once again how they had to ride their bikes to school, uphill, with their trombones strapped to the handlebars. Twenty years ago we were rolling our eyes. Now it’s your turn. Children, I went on long car trips without the (...Read More)

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The Future’s Not Ours to See… Que Sera Sera

October 15, 2009 By

It’s been quite a week.  Many things to do, lots of people to see, and several milestones to conquer; it’s weeks like this that I think that just maybe, I can get a glimpse into just who Spicy Girl will be in 22 years.    Monday, the joiner While visiting with her Yaya and Poppy (since Mommy and Daddy had to work on the holiday and the day care was closed), Spicy Girl enjoyed helping Yaya around the house, trying new (...Read More)

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And the Award Goes to….

October 14, 2009 By

I’ve been thinking that there should be more Mom awards. I’m not talking about once-a-year-dress-in-non-stained-clothes-brunch kind of things but a DAILY AWARDS ceremony to acknowledge things we do well over the course of a day. Okay, maybe not even doing something well but to do it. Period. (*whisper* Low standards are your friend.) How many days go by that I feel like I was totally gypped of a trophy, or at least a small engraved plaque? I’m imagining, now, me (...Read More)

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