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• Sally, Spot, Susan

  Because I don’t have any wild mustangs handy

  06.23.08 | Permalink | 16 Comments

  And also because my ovaries tell me that these are the cutest kids ever to walk the planet. Of course, my ovaries are not to be trusted, but I think if I had ever been this beautiful, my life would have turned out much different. I would be Queen of Lichtenstein by now, at the [...]

• Susan

  Ready for summer

  05.29.08 | Permalink | 4 Comments

  Or babywearing. Either way. Because the way Utah weather is going right now, motherhood might come for Susan before summer does. Subscribe to What About Mom

• childhood, motherhood, Susan

  Susan von Dick & Jane: 3 going on 13

  04.10.08 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  Dick & Jane are not yet plagued with teenagers yearning to be adults. We can’t blame our late nights on curfew-testing walking hormones or fears of tantalizing peer pressure. And being an adult has recently been much less fun than my own teenage self anticipated. I don’t want to grow up any more; thirty is [...]

• advice, motherhood, Sally, Susan

  As long as you don’t do crack when you’re pregnant

  03.28.08 | Permalink | 13 Comments

  Last night I was instant messaging Tara, whom I had not seen in eight months three days. When you’re IM’ing, you get a tiny adrenaline rush whenever you see the orange flashing thingie at the bottom of your screen indicating you’ve got a new message. (Dick says that’s the minimized window on the tool bar, [...]

• health, Susan

  Susan’s Frankenstein Impersonation

  02.27.08 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  I finally got to see Susan’s stitches. We went back to the ER to get them checked out. You’ll be glad to know that her temperature and blood pressure and pulse are all normal too. Anyone else think medical procedure is sometimes a tad . . . ridiculous? Not that I would switch our medical [...]

• health, motherhood, Susan

  There is nothing like a head wound . . .

  02.25.08 | Permalink | 1 Comment

  . . . to remind you that you would rip out your own beating heart if a) you knew how to transplant it and b) your kid needed it. Susan fell off the back of the over-stuffed chair in our living room tonight and hit her forehead on the window sill. It bled. Then it [...]

• commentary, fashion, honesty, humor, money, Sally, Susan

  Fashion sense, and a giving heart

  02.11.08 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  I wore my new (from-a-clothes-swap-my-sister-went-to) puffy vest today, since it was only half a Siberia outside. I love the colors and I love vests, and fake fur is just so fun yet PETA-friendly. Susan said, You got your life jacket on, Mommy? Well, that’s fine. Turns out the high collar was really annoying anyway. Then [...]

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