Psychic Friend?

Aug 26, 2014 by

I once worked with a woman who made a lot of trips to the CT Lottery office in Newington, CT, to collect her winnings.  One goes to Newington only when the winnings are somewhat large.  She also won every baby pool in our office.  After a while, I discovered she had psychic powers.  She said we ALL have psychic powers – we just need to be open to them.  What does that mean?  That means letting all your skepticism ebb away.  Free your mind – the rest will follow.

So I tried it, and it worked!  At first it was slow.  I could think of someone – someone I hadn’t seen or talked to in years — and within 24 hours, that person would call me.   I called this talent my “psychic beeper.”  Now you can’t force it – you can’t, say, think of Paul McCartney and expect him to call.  This is more like musing, “Gee, I wonder what old college friend Jane is up to these days – I have no idea what she’s been doing  since our last reunion 8 years ago.”  And then Jane would suddenly call, just to catch up.

The part-time parent

Aug 25, 2014 by

I’m feeling defeated. I’m sitting here on the couch downstairs after trying to get my son to sleep for the last three hours. I’m now watching him on the monitor, sitting up, wide awake. He took a nice little nap around hour one-and-a-half, and then decided to wake up. I don’t know what else to do to get him to sleep. I suppose when it gets fully dark outside he’ll realize it’s nighttime and we can try again.

 

It’s like this at the end of every weekend. Every Sunday night I look forward to going back to work on Monday because I’m completely drained by a marathon bedtime routine on Sunday evening. I find myself longing for the routines of daycare for him, and work for me. At daycare he will eat, sleep and poop at regular intervals; a far cry, it seems, from our carefree, often routine-less weekends. Weekends spent as a family are fun, but we all seem to function better during the weekdays.

Airing Out My Dirty Diaper Bag

Aug 25, 2014 by

One year ago, I was very pregnant with my daughter.  Those were the days!  I sometimes get nostalgic for those times when I laid around with my feet up, planning nursery colors and picking the prettiest nursing cover. Another hilariously huge thing was the diaper bag, the piece around which I would be constructing my entire mommy identity.  Although I had originally planned to be in that camp of women whose diaper bag didn’t look like a diaper bag (because obviously I was going to be a cool, glamorous un-mom), the bag I chose online ended up looking like the diaper-baggiest diaper bag that ever diaper bagged.  And by the time I needed it, I didn’t care in the slightest.  Now my mindset is that I will save my right to one lifetime Louis Vuitton bag for a time when I’m not putting human waste inside it.

Behold.

Behold.

Hooked on a Feeling

Aug 25, 2014 by

I am conscious that I’ve been doing a lot of complaining lately about how hard it is to be raising two kids and how different it is from having one kid or no kids. Rather than embracing my family, I’ve been saying a lot of things I’m not proud of. Mostly I say these things in social situations and somehow I’ve taken on a very woe is me attitude that I can imagine is not very becoming. I lament about how there’s not a lot of love between these two kids. I remark about how sometimes my husband and I just look at each other and wonder how this became our life. I’m often commenting about how mean and physical my older daughter can be to my younger daughter. I complain about what time they go to bed and what time they get up. I talk about how little the big one eats and how the little one eats so fast she’s done before I even start on my own dinner. I’m a party pooper.

What Forever Memories are Made Of

Aug 25, 2014 by

How old were you when you had your earliest memory? For me, it was my second birthday. I don’t remember all of it, but I can remember that my mother put me in an orange dress in anticipation of company coming over. The dress was nothing memorable until my mother produced a matching orange necklace that had come out of a cereal box.

“I saved this for you because I thought it would be pretty with your dress, ” she whispered to me, as she gave me a kiss on the cheek and placed it around my neck. I was so proud of my dress and matching plastic orange necklace.

Despite big events occurring later in that year including my first day of preschool and (apparently) a trip to Disneyworld, my next memory isn’t until a fair bit later. We were making birdfeeders in preschool with large pinecones, peanut butter (imagine doing this now!) and birdseed. Being a peanut butter fanatic, I tried to lick it out of the pinecone and was scolded by one of the teachers in front of all of my classmates. I was immensely embarrassed.

Magical Monday

Aug 25, 2014 by

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This Magical Monday I’m grateful for:

* This statement: “When people act the least deserving of love is when they need it most.” I had this saying taped to my refrigerator when my 2nd son was 3 years old. It’s a good reminder to pull out now!

* The Chester Fair. We go every year with friends and it’s always so much fun. Never disappoints.

* Schools starting this week! Even though I’m a homeschooler, I still REALLY look forward to school starting ~ this means we get the beaches, museums, aquariums and everywhere else pretty much back to ourselves. And I’m not going to apologize for LOVING this!

* My wonderful hubby. We’ve been kicking ass with the co-parenting lately, making sure that each of us gets the recharge and time away that we need. Makes all the difference.

I’m not a Free-Range Mom, but it’s ok if you are. I think? Landing the Helicopter and surveying the scene.

Aug 22, 2014 by

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It’s a nematode? Just keep reading, it’ll make sense later. (image via wikimedia commons)

 

I think a lot of the judgment issues among parents (and from non-parents toward parents) arises from a fear of the unknown.  This article by famous free-ranger Lenore Skenazy came up on my Facebook newsfeed, and nestled beneath the share I found a host of sympathetic comments.  I read the comments before I read the article.  I wanted to post my comment at that point, but I didn’t want to be one of those Facebook commenters who comment without reading the article in question, so I read the article.  Then I posted my comment.

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