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Boys, Boys, Boys 2007-08-25 21:29:00 I spent most of my teenage years anxiously avoiding Sin. Sin, unfortunately, lurks around every corner of a teenager’s life, so this anxiety existed in a constant uncomfortable tension with my equally strong desires for Popularity and a Boyfriend. (The means-end relationship varied between the two: sometimes I desired Popularity as a means of acquiring a Boyfriend, while at other times I was
Neighbours 2007-08-23 13:53:00 (A belated Hump Day Hmmm…)
It’s hard to be a writer when you’re eighteen years old. You’re old enough to have outgrown the universal desire to write children’s books (the one that possesses anyone who has read Little Women and yearned to be Jo March). You want to write something grown-uppish, or if that sounds too intimidating, at least a Harlequin. (Is it time for me to switch to the first Read more:Neighbours
Baby Hats 2007-08-22 13:14:00 For Wordless Wednesday.
Let Me Help 2007-08-29 10:21:00 Pie loves to help. As I empty the dishwasher, she fills it with toys, stuffing in plastic cups and saucers alongside wooden cookies and blueberry pie. At the grocery store, she holds the green peppers for me (insisting, sometimes, that I buy yellow or orange instead) and nibbles delicately at the stems when I’m not looking. She assists ably when it’s time to put the laundry away, handing me
Embarrassing Revelations and Compensatory Silliness 2007-08-28 10:45:00 1) One-Sentence Summation of My Post-Partum Sex-Life
I managed to make it past hubby’s birthday last week and our wedding anniversary without writing a post in his honour. Consider it my gift to him. But then the Mad Momma tagged me for the Worst Meme Ever. My task: to sum up my post-partum sex life in a single sentence. Should I take on the allegation that two vaginal births have Read more:Embarrassing
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School of Blogs 2007-08-26 19:20:00 I love back-to-school. As soon as the nights turn cooler, I start getting the itch for clothes-shopping and course-selection. One of the many things I relate to in Hermione Granger is her desire to pack her schedule full of more courses than it can temporally accommodate, Muggle Studies and Arithmancy jostling for elbow room alongside Divination and Potions. With a course calendar in my hand, Read more:School
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Apropos of Nothing 2007-08-31 14:24:00 Like: The new sign I installed at the bottom of my blog. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who ever sees it, but whenever I scroll down to see if any new comments have cropped up on my recent posts, there it is, different every time.
Made by Andrea Micheloni
Don’t Like: Organic dark chocolate with ginger pieces. It sounds like it ought to be delicious, in the sense that it’s so strange and Read more:Nothing
So Long, SAHM 2007-08-30 13:19:00 Just two days left in my term (sentence?) as a stay-at-home mom. I feel like it’s coming to an end just as we’re starting to get good at it. After nine weeks, we have finally learned how to settle into the formlessness of summer – all of us are used, by now, to the rough routine of morning trips to the toy store or park, our weeks anchored by Friday mornings at the Little Gym and Wednesday
Breakthrough 2007-09-26 11:03:00 When Pie was just over a year old, her happy-go-lucky personality vanished. She clung, she wept, she threw herself to the floor and screamed. Without warning, the comforting murmur of voices that had surrounded her since birth had arranged itself into words. Her world was full of new meaning and, like Jessica Rabbit thrust out of Toon Town into the three-dimensional world, she was homesick. Read more:Breakthrough
Lies, Damned Lies, and Blog Posts 2007-09-25 06:20:00 What is the nature of truth in blogging?
(Veronica Mitchell threw down the gauntlet in her recent post on Truth and Blogging: Here’s my response, which outran comment length by a mile.)
For starters, truth in blogging has very little to do with factual accuracy. If I publish a post a few days after I write it, I may or may not bother to search out all uses of the word “today” and replace
The First Rule of Acquisition 2007-09-24 09:08:00 The comments on this post have reminded me of how lucky I am that my children haven’t yet figured out how to beg for toys. We spent many a morning this summer hanging out at the local toy store, and though I often had difficulty detaching my children from the ladybug scooter and the Thomas train table so we could go out to the car, they never asked me to buy anything. They just didn’t get it. Read more:First
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Slapstick 2007-09-22 20:56:00 This, apparently, is the funniest thing Bub has ever seen in his life:
I had just been reflecting that my children aren't really the type to get the giggles. Bub approaches humour with scientific detachment. "Are you guys funny?" he asks at the supper table if hubby and I are chuckling over some remark. In moments of stress, his cries of protest often culminate in the strange request, "How
Hooked 2007-09-21 10:04:00 It’s always a rude shock when I find myself pushing my overdraft limit at the end of the month. Nobody likes being broke, of course, but what’s startling is how often I am taken wholly by surprise by the sudden disappearance of funds that I have no memory of spending. I’m hoodwinked continually by the disjunction between the actual dollar-value of my purchases and the amount of guilt and/or Read more:Hooked
Happy/Hatty 2007-09-20 13:26:00 I'm on the giddy upswing now, after Tuesday's plunge into the abyss. I'm not bipolar, but I'm the kind of person who is occasionally given the "Are you bipolar?" interview by concerned doctors. In the aftermath of any traumatic event, I fly up into a state of ungrounded optimism, buoyancy, and energy. Last night's four-hour block of sleep was the most I've had in three days, but today I'm Read more:Happy
Dear Aunt Bubandpie 2007-09-19 08:45:00 Dear Aunt Bubandpie:
I am a doctor – a specialist, in fact – and I’m concerned that my patients have insufficient respect for my authority. What can I do to put uppity patients in their place?
Sincerely,
Doctor World-Renowned Expert
Dear Doctor World-Renowned Expert:
You ask a very good question. In this age of Internet access, many physicians are faced with arrogant patients who believe that
Anticlimax 2007-09-18 14:27:00 That so wasn't worth a whole night of not sleeping.
We spent an hour with the psychiatrist, during which time he interacted minimally with Bub: asked him to come over to a chair (he refused), asked him how old he was (his answer: "Elephant!"), and said hello and goodbye (which Bub ignored initially, and then reciprocated when prompted).
Other than that, he interviewed us: got us to describe
Please, Shoot Me Now 2007-09-18 08:08:00 8:40 - Phone rings. The psychometrist is sick. Would we like to cancel the whole day and reschedule for sometime in November? No, we would not. We can still go for our afternoon appointment with the child psychiatrist, and the morning appointment will have to be rescheduled at a time yet to be specified.
Bub's now at nursery school, and I'm feeling vaguely as though I ought to go to class Read more:Please
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It's Early 2007-09-18 05:19:00 Bub was up several times during the night, and between times I lay awake agonizing or fell asleep long enough to have strange nightmares in which I wandered through crowded rooms clutching only a cushion and a blanket for clothing, or belatedly slathered sunscreen on my children's sunburnt backs while the skin peeled off in my hands. (I hastily patted it back into place).
Just before six, Bub Read more:Early
Snippet 2007-09-16 19:43:00 I was walking on the beach this time two weeks ago. It’s dark right now, as I type – the curtains are drawn and the children are sleeping – but then it was just sunset, a glow that looked most spectacular when I was walking away from it, tossing a glance over my shoulder every few minutes to squint at the dazzling crimson brightness behind me. I walked barefoot in the damp sand, passing by Read more:Snippet
Tuesday 2007-09-14 13:48:00 “I think I’m coming down with something,” I told hubby yesterday. My throat hurt, I was dizzy and nauseous, and the thought of food repelled me – but hubby had booked the day off to take the kids to the fair, and I didn’t want them to miss it.
In retrospect, it seems so obvious. Vague flu-like symptoms, an upset stomach but no concrete signs of illness such as fever or barfing – this, for me, Read more:Tuesday
Tongue-Tied 2007-09-13 13:54:00 Here are some words that I am, apparently, constitutionally incapable of saying:
Thank you.
I’m sorry.
I’ve just sent off the third of three emails to a creative, lovely, tasteful blogger who graciously made and mailed this to the Pie:
(Inadequate photo, I know. I’ll try to get a shot that isn’t underlit and blurry some other time.)
Here are some things I said in those emails: I’m so
The Suspense is Killing Me 2007-09-11 20:36:00 “Oh no! It’s running away! They have to chase it!”
Bub is issuing panicked proclamations from the living room. The runaway object is the letter O, which is desperately needed so that the Word World people can form the word “BOX.”
It always amuses me how little it takes to plunge a child into a state of almost intolerable suspense. The animals in the zoo are in cages! Who will help Read more:Suspense
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Feel-Bad-About-Yourself Sunday 2007-09-09 20:21:00 Next Sunday
is Invite-a-Friend Sunday at my church, so in preparation for that event, this week was Guilt-Trip Sunday or, more accurately, Public-Shaming Sunday. To wit: the organizer of the Invite-a-Friendstravaganza got up and issued a series of proclamations.
“Stand up if you’ve been up here on the platform at some point over the last few weeks to promote Invite-a-Friend Sunday,” he began. Read more:Yourself
Exhale 2007-09-07 14:23:00 Two beaming faces greeted me this morning when I arrived to pick Bub up from his third day of nursery school. Neither one of them was Bub’s – his face was buried in the book he was reading, perched on the bench of a playhouse while the other children rode bikes and built sand castles. His teachers, however, were jubilant.
“He ate his snack!” Ruby declared. On day one, he had refused to sit Read more:Exhale
My Family Values 2007-09-06 13:37:00 My Job: To make sure my children know that I love them.
Not My Job: To pour into them every ounce of my being.
My Job: To protect my children from foreseeable harm.
Not My Job: To insulate them from every inconvenience and minor hardship.
My Job: To foster my children’s intelligence.
Not My Job: To maximize their future earnings.
My Job: To equip my children to be flexible, resilient, Read more:Family
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Much Obliged 2007-09-04 19:40:00 The Careful Use of Compliments* - the latest installment in the Isabel Dalhousie series by prolific author Alexander McCall Smith - is a study in contradictions. It is a slow-paced mystery novel, a deep-thinking beach novel, and a deliberately old-fashioned tome that features meditations on the value of the traditional family while also telling the story of a single mother who - with the
Mr. B&P Posts the Cat 2007-09-03 19:12:00 (Posted by Mr. B&P)
I am informed that posting about your cat is a sign that you've run out of things to blog about. In a wonderful confluence of events, this guest post sees me rhapsodizing about one of the smaller members of the family, firmly establishing that I have nothing worth posting about so please let's never bring up this guest post thing again, shall we BubandPie?
Arctic blue
Mommy Report Card 2007-09-29 18:51:00 Being told “You’re such a great mom!” is one of the best and worst things about mommy-blogging. Those comments are great to hear, but they also have a tendency to echo ironically in one’s head when the children are swarming around, tugging on one’s shirt and yelling, “Groceries! I need groceries! Can I have a banana?” and one is shouting in response, “No fruit! You can’t have any fruit until Read more:Mommy
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