August 2009

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• Spot

  Rooster

  08.31.09 | Permalink | 10 Comments

  I’ve had several months to regret buzzing Spot’s hair. It made sense at the time, and she didn’t care. Not caring was probably why she cut her bangs off at the scalp in the first place. Several months is nothing, of course; I have spent years regretting the times I have cut my own hair. [...]

• miscarriage

  Telling

  08.27.09 | Permalink | 16 Comments

  I think miscarriage must be harder if you don’t already have at least one child. Because if you have a child, a) you know your body can grow a baby (or that adoption is a great option) and b) kids are a great distraction. It’s hard to wallow in mourning when the kids you do [...]

• giveaway

  Thanksgiving Point Winners (better late than never, I sometimes remember to say)

  08.25.09 | Permalink | Comments Off

  Four tickets to the Gardens: Marcy Four tickets to the Museum of Ancient Life: Heather Four tickets to Farm Country: Ange Four tickets to the Children’s Discovery Gardens: Sharla Look for an email and respond quick-ish. Congrats and enjoy!

• pregnancy

  One More Less

  08.22.09 | Permalink | 36 Comments

  The week I found out I was pregnant (this time, the fifth time I have found myself with child), it seemed the world was conspiring to tell me how bad an idea that was. On Radio West, I learned that having one less child than I want would be twenty times more effective at cutting [...]

• parenting

  The hardest thing I have done in a month

  08.12.09 | Permalink | 12 Comments

  I minded my own business. Sure, I had to get up and move finally in order to do it, but I DID IT. At pack meeting tonight (which if you don’t know what a pack meeting is, just be grateful and don’t ask), there was a crying baby. A one-month old. Mom fed her on [...]

• marriage

  Mr. Bennet works from home

  08.05.09 | Permalink | 17 Comments

  Mr. Bennet hasn’t worked from home in many months. I know, theoretically, that his job is to create help for software and that mine is, primarily, to raise children. In the abstract this is fine — I don’t want to waste my life writing instructions for some application that three people in the world will [...]

• bad jokes

  Oh, to be a blond (or a readhead) and available!

  08.01.09 | Permalink | 35 Comments

  My sister has been dating a lot lately, and much of the time this is a torturous series of first dates, euphoria, disappointment, and resignation (not always in that order). But sometimes it makes me wonder “What if?” “What if I weren’t stuck with Mr. Bennet and our predictable, plodding life?” Peruse, for example, this excerpt from the online profile [...]