Category: Kids
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The iPhone Police: Quinquagenarian v. Teenage Son
How many government workers does it take to figure out how to restrict a teenager’s access on their iPhone? I know, a new version of an old joke. I’m so scared to become a parent of a teenager. Only 6 more years. Six more years until I will live in even more of a hyper…
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5 Things I Love About Summer!
The title of this blog is meant to come across as positive, exciting and bursting with infectious happy energy! Here is what I’m really thinking about summer right now: I’m tired of living sans air conditioning. The average temperature in my home runs about 85 degrees in the early evening. I swore up and down…
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Can He Be Our Dad?
We were headed off to the Dinosaur exhibit at the zoo last night, meeting a coworker and his wife and son. I received a text from him saying they were running about half hour late, so we stopped at a BBQ restaurant not far from the zoo. After a failed dinner – my kids ONLY…
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Thursday’s Tomfoolery
I happened to open my phone’s internet browser this afternoon. Titles of the opened windows follows below. Who opened all of these windows? Who has been on my phone? When did this happen? Where are my children right now? The Biggest and Largest Spiders in the World World’s Biggest Jumping Spider 14 World’s Largest Spiders…
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Immunity to Competence: Mothering at its Most Rational
So…my workplace offers coaching, and it’s available at no cost by a competent individual. I couldn’t say no. We’ve been walking through this process – Immunity to Change – based on the book Immunity to Change: How to overcome it and unlock the potential in yourself and your organization, by Robert Kegan and Lisa Laskow…
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Was Mona Lisa a Momma?
I think it was her picture on the side of Cinzetti’s, an eat-til-you-die Italian buffet restaurant north of Denver, that sparked an intense conversation about the Mona Lisa on the way to church this morning. Daughter: “Momma, I just saw the lady from my school! I just saw the lady from my school! Her picture…
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This is Why Everyone Calls You Failed Head
Girl child hands me empty juice cup. Me: “Can you take this to the kitchen, please?” Girl child: “You take it. I’m not your servant.” Me: “What??!!!” (Feeling like some guy is about to jump out from behind my couch with a camera and yell “You’ve been punked!”) Me: “But this is YOUR cup!” Girl…
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Bear With Me While I Obsess: School Tours Round 2
You are wondering right now if I’ve quit my job so I can focus full time on obsessing and complaining about my kids’ education. Rest assured, I have not. My son emptied out his desk yesterday and brought home a meager 10 or so sheets of paper from the past few months of school. One…
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An Ode to Siri, My Trusted Co-Parent
The other day, I felt like I might have landed on a brilliant invention. An app you can use to have those difficult conversations with your child. Instead of having conversations about drugs, sex, and Donald Trump with your kids, why not just create an app to whom you can delegate that responsibility. I mean, there…
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School Meetings and My Pagan Daughter
The long awaited meeting finally occurred and I hope some forward movement will happen regarding my son’s school situation. I went into the meeting in a state of hyper vigilance. I probably could have felt a speck of dust land on me, but I wasn’t nervous. My son’s teacher had already made cultural and economic…
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