Category: Parenting
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Proms, Grads, and Life – Our Week
I am sooooo behind on my blog reading and writing, and I miss you all! But it’s temporary and for a good cause. We have some really fun stuff going on in life. I’ll do a brief summary of our past week here, then will post lots of pics in the future when I get more…
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So Yeah, Mother's Day
Tomorrow, here in the United States, we celebrate Mother’s Day. I’m a mom, and I have to admit that when this day hits every year, I’m filled with mixed-emotions. Why do I get celebrated for being the receiver of an amazing gift I hope I never take for granted? This year I realize that Mother’s…
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So Yeah, Mother’s Day
Tomorrow, here in the United States, we celebrate Mother’s Day. I’m a mom, and I have to admit that when this day hits every year, I’m filled with mixed-emotions. Why do I get celebrated for being the receiver of an amazing gift I hope I never take for granted? This year I realize that Mother’s…
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Happy Birthday to my Man
This is quite possibly one of the most temperate birthdays this February baby has ever had in his 53 (gasp!) years. And while we still have a few hours left to go, so far it’s pretty close to perfection. The plan was for him to have a Mario Kart marathon with Hudi, Zeb, Bri and Lauren,…
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A Digital Mini Time Capsule
Last week my friend and co-worker, Pam, posted a cute blog post in which she asked her kids questions, and they answered. She opened by saying it was a meme going around Facebook. Remembering the past, I dredged up a link to the trend from 2009 and pulled up my own kids’ answers (different questions,…
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What’s in a Game?
We set up the board in our NY home and pinged my cousin Lise, who lives in Denmark…
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24 Years of Marriage With my Man
Right about now, 24 years ago, I was standing in a church (not lounging on a couch next to a cozy Christmas tree) doing the “I do” thing with a most amazing man. What a great move that was! We met while playing pool with friends. I was 17 and he was 26. He told…
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Reflections – Poetry Day 2
Clear or distorted, in your poem today tell us something about the reflections you see — in the world or in yourself. Last Thursday, our son (who looks like me and thinks like me) Walked out our door. Onto a plane. Into the real world. He was ready. Believe it or not, so were we.…