Category: Truth in Parenting
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“I want to be Frankenstein for Halloween. Or maybe the Hulk. Can I get the jacket with the edges? I’d wear it with no shirt. Or if I’m the Hulk I only need short pants with the edges.” “So, basically you want to be green in torn clothing.” “Actually, I want to be green, and…
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Two-year old Charlie is talking, waddling, and goofing his way through toddlerhood. “I love you Charlie” “I love you too, Mama” “Charlie, where does love come from?” (This is reference to a favorite bedtime book, I expected a hand gesture over his heart). “Right here, from my butt”. (as he pat pats on the front…
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Viv and Charlie are becoming a unit. Now that Charlie is two and finally walking as much as he is talking, they are interacting more than ever before. Viv has always enjoyed being a big sister to babies both real and imagined, but now she also has a playmate. A cohort. A co-conspirator. And another…
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This topic of this article is really important. I’m only beginning to understand. https://www.vox.com/2018/8/3/17644704/sarah-jeong-new-york-times-tweets-backlash-racism Fuck whales, save context. This article and others I’ve read related to the story (with a variety of views) of Sarah Jeong and others makes me hope that I learn fast enough how to educate my kids on context, internet literacy,…
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We ran out of toilet paper. Like out out. No Kleenex, nothing hidden in the back of the cupboard, even a search of Paulie's car for the emergency travel roll came up empty. Paulie stashed a few paper towels nearby and we got on with our morning mayhem routine, noting “tp” on the never ending…
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Settling in to our room: "The hotel TV might not cooperate, and your iPad is fragile, so I'll watch cartoons on your phone." Cooperate. Posted with Blogsy
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As Charlie says, suited up and strapped in, let's "rocknroll!" Paulie likes to have all the things, ALL the things for any activity. Going for a walk might turn into a picnic so of course an umbrella and a bag of sandwhiches is standard. Going anywhere at all, indoors or out, requires a huge fleece…
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It's been a spring of late snowstorms and lingering cold. Only this morning, already the first of May, does the air finally feel promising. And yet there are still patches of snow in our concrete yard. And also a large patch of standing water that Viv says looks like a dinosaur. (The mudjacking company says…
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Grandma: "Corndog? No, I've never had a corndog. That's "Fair" food, I don't go to the Fair". Viv: "Do you like hot dogs?" Grandma: "Yes." "Do you like bread?" Yes. "Do you like corn?" Yes. "Hmm. I think you like corn dogs." Posted with Blogsy
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It's remarkable how a little thing can put someone at ease. Everywhere we travel Viv is assumed to be a boy, except by priests, nurses, and teachers who (almost to a person) default to "they" or some other gender neutral substitute like the ubiquitous "buddy" without missing a beat. (Is it years of practice? Working…
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