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  The five best decisions I never made

  06.09.11 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  Lately I’ve been thinking how I really should have had only one child. If Avery was my only child, I’d be set. I’d have my graduate degree (in something) by now, and I’d be pursuing a fabulous career (in something). In Cairo we knew a couple with one child who was about Avery’s age now. [...]

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  Stealing time

  05.26.11 | Permalink | 5 Comments

  There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t been said before and that could in any case convey the bittersweetness as Molly cuts her third tooth and climbs to the top of the stairs as soon as my back is turned. And I won’t apologize for neglecting everything to rock her as she nurse-naps in the [...]

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  Unlovable Lovable You

  05.10.11 | Permalink | 7 Comments

  The other day Tom asked me, half (or more) seriously, why I love the baby best — why I never get mad at her, why she always gets kisses and gaga-happy greetings, and how I can cheerfully drop everything to take care of her ficklest of whims. Evolutionary biology, I said. But I do have [...]

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  Sick Day

  04.28.11 | Permalink | 4 Comments

  Tom stayed home yesterday while I lay dying. I feel a lot better today, and I’m beyond grateful my husband has a job where he can take a sick day when I need him to. The only thing is, now the inside of my house looks like my putrifying flesh felt like yesterday. On the [...]

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  Flexible Milestones

  04.20.11 | Permalink | 11 Comments

  When Avery first rolled over (and off my bed), it was a happy milestone (any resulting brain damage appears minimal). I was thrilled when she slept through the night, when she smiled, when she laughed, when she crawled, when she walked. When Callie first rolled over (and off my bed), it was a great milestone [...]

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  A mother . . .

  04.07.11 | Permalink | 3 Comments

  A mother learns to pee slowly so she can have a few extra seconds alone (if she has a lock on the bathroom door). A mother makes dessert after the kids are in bed so she doesn’t have to share. A mom turns the radio up loud not so she can dance with her children [...]

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  If it weren’t for [blank], I’d ADORE being a mother

  03.22.11 | Permalink | 12 Comments

  bedtime whiny voices bedtime high-pitched helium voices homework bedtime stinky tar-poop diapers whining bedtime chores bedtime Your turn.

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