growing up

Controlling Kindergarten

May 7, 2012

It’s happening already. Sure, I can talk the talk. “You can’t control everything, be content with what happens, blah, blah, blah.”  But this is KINDERGARTEN we’re talking about, people. Okay, really it’s only kindergarten registration. But under that cheery, cooperative Mom veneer I polished up good for the occasion, I was a seething mess of [...]

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Who Believes in the Easter Bunny?

April 9, 2012

When I was four or five years old, I wandered down the hallway late one Christmas Eve to discover my parents struggling to wrap a blown-up Hippity Hop in shiny foil paper in front of the Christmas tree. This may or may not account for how I’ve chosen to approach spectral gift-givers like Santa Claus [...]

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The (Kids’) Big Night Out

April 3, 2012

Everything was set. Bounce house. Check. Pizza and ice cream. Check. Pixar movies playing in a continuous loop. Check. Pajamas (pink and Batman, respectively). Check. Lily and Jake were off to a three-hour pajama party at their school. And I had three hours on a Saturday night to do anything I pleased. Well, maybe not [...]

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Where Have We Been? (And Why Did Sitting through The Lorax Feel Longer?)

March 14, 2012

Sitting in a movie theater with a three-year-old birthday girl on my lap, plastic 3-D glasses perched on my nose, and kernels of popcorn caught uncomfortably in my bra was the perfect reminder that as long, long, LONG (like The Lorax) my YogaMamaMe hiatus has been, if I’m willing to sit tight through the bad songs [...]

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When Good Girls Go Mad

November 23, 2010

It’s been a while since I’ve written.  (Blame the novel.  Or don’t blame the novel, just read it when it’s finished.)  A lot has happened.  Lily is speaking in three-word sentences — “Jake eat pasta” is a common one; “Man is gone?” a particularly clever way of saying she can’t find the man in the [...]

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Lost in Barnes & Noble: A Case Study in Second Child Syndrome

October 4, 2010

I feel, at the outset, that I should be clear this story has nothing to do with my second child, despite being about Second Child Syndrome.  Or, at least, nothing directly. But I do feel, rightly or wrongly, that my ability to walk away from my not-yet-four-year-old as he played with the toy train set [...]

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