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JFK Moment
In elementary school, my Social Studies teacher assigned us the task of asking our parents if they remembered where they were and what they were doing when they learned of the assassination of JFK. Of course they remembered. I think my mom even described what she was wearing. My teacher told us that one day we would have our JFK moment. For me, it happened the following year when watched The…
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Ollie the Toddler
Ollie the toddler, Is a lively, silly girl. With a milk mustache, and a button nose, and a head made up of curls. Ollie the toddler is a quiet one, they say. She is full of life and her mother knows just how loudly she can play. There must have been some batteries in that old, bright toy they found, For when they placed it in her hands, It began to make some sounds. Oh, Ollie the toddler, is as…
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Top 5 Reasons Your Eyeglasses Get Broken
1. You fall asleep wearing them while laying down with your toddler trying to get them in bed. You get up to find the toddler is still awake, holding your broken glasses. 2. Your toddler rips your glasses off your face, throws them across the room, and giggles uncontrollobly. 3. Your toddler rips your glasses off your face, throws them on the floor, then repeatedly stomps on them. 4. Your toddler…
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An Instapot and a Pear Tree
The spoon touched his mouth and he began smacking wildly. Until then, my son had been exclusively breastfed and this was his first taste of food. I didn’t carefully select what food it would be, I just grabbed a container from the food bin. Turns out, I grabbed pears. The following night, we attended a dinner party. My friend Lola began slicing a pear. I was watching her from across the kitchen…
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It’s our first night home from the hospital with our newborn son. After birthing five children, I had no delusions of how Hallmark this evening would go, but this isn’t what I expected. My husband is in my almost two year old daughter’s room, trying to coax her to sleep. She wants no part of it. She’s confused and somewhat angry. I haven’t been home in days and now that I’m here, I’m different.…
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The Older I Get, The Sweeter I Get (or something like that)
The Older I Get, The Sweeter I Get (or something like that)
I’m not overweight, I eat and prepare healthy foods, I go for frequent walks, and do not have a family history of diabetes, so imagine my surprise when my doctor called today to say I tested positive for gestational diabetes. I knew the possibility existed when I failed my one hour test, but I figured it was a fluke and that the three hour test would come back fine. I was wrong. After twelve…
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After having 42 birthdays, the one that has always meant the most to me was when I turned 5.
Like I Always Have Been...
Like I Always Have Been…
To my husband, children, friends, and co-workers… I wake up tired. By the time I make the coffee, get dressed, pack my lunch, and get to work, I’m ready for a nap. I sit at my desk, shifting around trying to get comfortable, but I can’t. The phones start ringing as I try to listen to voicemails and answer e-mails. They’re still ringing as I clock out at 5 pm. In between, it can be chaotic. This…
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7 Life Lessons From a 7 Year Old
7 Life Lessons From a 7 Year Old
I love spending time with my seven year old niece. She is like a miniature version of my sister and playing with her reminds me of playing with my sister when we were little girls. She is smart, sweet, and just a little sassy. I am wildly jealous of her long blonde locks that reach her waist. Her maternal instincts are on point and when I see the way she mothers her “babies,” I think of her mom…
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Hey Mr. Postman
When I first started suffering from my sciatica, I did quite a bit of Googling, trying to find help. Many people suggested using a maternity pillow to get comfortable. Since I was pregnant anyway, I decided to give it a shot. After looking online, I found they were running upwards of $80 and I was skeptical enough to not spend that kind of money. (Lucky for me?) Amazon tracks my searches and…
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Revenge of the Fifth
Revenge of the Fifth
Some call it karma. I guess I had it coming. I had spent nearly twenty-three years professing how amazing my pregnancies were. Hardly any nausea, minimal weight gain, no swelling, quick labors, fast delivery, angel babies that slept through the night and caught on to nursing at the first latch… Yes, I lived the dream. Just before my 42nd birthday, I found out we were expecting. This would be my…
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You're Welcome, World
You’re Welcome, World
For the past eight weeks, I’ve put a lot of thought into this pregnancy. Lord knows I’ve had some struggles as of late, and adding another baby to the mix seems like bad timing, but I was nonetheless over the moon with joy. I believe in God and I believe in His plan. Who am I (or anyone else) to question His plan? I may not understand why He decided to gift me with another child, but I…
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Another Revolution, Another Resolution
Most years I don’t make any resolutions. I tell myself I’m happy just the way I am. I’ve never been a person who said I would try to lose weight, eat healthier (frankly, my eating habits are none of my business and I should just stay out of it,) or do something about my batwings. (Lord help that arm flab.) Last year I did decide to try the New Year jar where you write down a happy moment, place…
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Life After Maternity Leave
Life After Maternity Leave
Before I shared the news of my pregnancy with the world, I decided to tell my boss and co-managers first… in the form of a five person group text. They deserved that much, after all we were like family – a very, very dysfunctional family, but a family nonetheless. Apparently, they all found this news to be so unbelievable that not one single person responded. I waited a day before making the…
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Call Me Old-fashioned, but...
Call Me Old-fashioned, but…
I wandered into a local children’s boutique on a mission. I was in full-on nesting mode, decorating the nursery for my soon to be born daughter. The item I was searching for? Crib bedding. It had already been decided that yellow and gray would adorn the walls and decorations. It had been eighteen years since I had a baby and I remembered being able to purchase a bed-in-a-bag with all the matching…
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I Dry-Nurse My Granddaughter and I Don't Care What You Think
I Dry-Nurse My Granddaughter and I Don’t Care What You Think
She was inconsolable. I tried everything. I had foolishly considered myself an expert after raising four children and step-mothering an additional four, but nothing in my bag of tricks was working. My two month old granddaughter’s uncontrollable sobbing set off my one year old. They cried in unison. Ten minutes prior, everything was fine. I had dinner going on the stove and cartoons going on the…
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Chicken (Tortilla) Soup For the Soul
Chicken (Tortilla) Soup For the Soul
I was an adult before I had ever heard of or tried Chicken Tortilla Soup. The only time my mother ever served me soup was when I was sick. Even then she would usually warm up a can of Campbell’s Chicken & Stars. (Chili and stew don’t count – Momma rocked those!) I once got food poisoning from old broccoli and cheese soup at a Black Eyed Pea Restaurant and I refused to eat it again for thirteen…
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