Archive for June, 2009

Happy Anniversary, Disasters and All

Seven years ago today, Antony and I said our, “I do’s,” in the Rose Garden at Loose Park in Kansas City. We were surrounded by our closest family and friends, married underneath my traditional chuppah. I remember some of the non-traditional words we spoke to each other, “I promise to always respect your individuality.” And I also remember that not all of the evening went as we planned.

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The truth is…

“Sometimes I don’t say excuse me when I fart,” revealed my grinning seven year old.

“What?” my husband and I asked simultaneously.

“Well, sometimes when I fart, I don’t say excuse me.”

His candid disclosure sent our family into hysterics. Leave it to a seven year old to speak the truth for all of us.

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Should You Read Your Child’s Emails?

At dinner with my husband and his brother we discussed whether or not parents should read their children’s email. While my husband and I have not even reached the peeing-in-a-potty milestone with our Lucy, my brother-in-law has nine-year-old twins so the topic of children and technology is quickly growing knottier.

“Absolutely,” my husband and his brother agreed. They were on the side of safety and To Catch a Predator.

“No way,” I fired back, not necessarily because I really felt that way – I hadn’t yet spent much time thinking about the topic — but because their response felt too quick and emphatic for such a gray issue. Plus, sometimes it’s fun to clash.

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Cannonball!

Picture this: a hot, humid, south Florida afternoon. Two kids and a mom shiny with spray-on sunscreen. A pool surrounded by inflatable toys, diving rings, and the leftover beer bottle from last weekend. My four year-old daughter shouts, “Cannonball!” in an ear-piercing octave and completes a perfect tucked arc into the pool.

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My Birth Story

Delivering a baby is not like ordering a meal at a restaurant. This is probably not news to anyone, yet the idea persists for most of us that we can somehow “order” up the labor we want. We write birth plans, we take childbirth classes, we read Spiritual Midwifery and even though we know that anything can happen once those contractions start coming every 4 minutes, we really want labor to go like we planned it.

If my husband and I could have ordered up a delivery it would have gone like so…

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The Brush Off

My seven year old blew me off today. I didn’t even get a head shrug or a knowing glance. He trotted off to the camp area without even an acknowledgement.

“Hey, can I get a goodbye?” I yelled over to him.
“Bye Mom,” he muttered and shook his head.

Shook his head!

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WARNING: This post contains shit.

How do you stop a three year old from having to poop at dinnertime? I’m not talking about once in awhile. I mean EVERY single time. It doesn’t matter if we eat at 5pm, 6pm, or even 7pm. Within twelve minutes, my son begins moving the food around his plate and wiggling his legs under the table.

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I Admit…

…that I hid the bag of Cheetos from my daughter so that I could eat them myself after her bedtime.

… that a dip in the pool is sometimes the only bath my kids get for days.

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Minivans, Tankinis, and Mary Poppins

Before you have kids, you have visions of “Have baby, will travel.” YOUR baby will merely be an accessory to your daily life, kind of like the latest, trendiest handbag or pashmina. YOU will never carry a plastic diaper bag decorated with yellow bunnies on it. YOU will never go shopping in bleach-stained sweatpants. YOU will never have spit-up on your shoulder.

But, you’ve probably done all of the above and more by now. And when you add yet another child to the mix, scary things like double strollers will enter your life that you never thought you’d encounter personally. Other parents, yes, but you’d never be caught dead in a minivan. Until now.

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To those of you with new babies…

Congratulations. You’re a parent. Welcome to the club.

(If you’re online reading this and you have a newborn, yikes! Aren’t you tired? Don’t your boobs feel like rocks? Aren’t you spraying milk or wondering just how many diapers you’ll go through today?)

In the past few days, two of my dearest friends gave birth and I’m sending joy and love across the miles.

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