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A Grove Co. Giveaway You Won’t Want To Miss
Don’t you think Grove Collaborative is a much prettier name than ePantry? I do! (Although Berg says he thinks ePantry is better – more practical. More literal. Which makes sense as that eleven year old is one of the most literal human beings I’ve ever met.) But you know what? I like the name to be pretty just like I…
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my date with mosely, good things are coming
Hi friends. This weekend the weather has been my favorite. A pleasant sort of warmth. A breezy sort of breeze. Pollen low and skies clear. Mosely and I sauntered off to enjoy her Christmas gift date – tickets to see The Sound of Music. (Best Christmas gift idea ever – by the way. I’ve enjoyed four incredible dates to events…
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Five Finds Friday (23) (weddings & grandpa & big feet)
FUNNY I am certain that I declare this far too often. However. Here I go again. I think my kids are genuinely funny people. This week we wrapped up our science chapter about Uranus and Neptune. (It was a very short chapter because, who actually cares about these planets?) The science book suggested that the kids create a mini play…
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just run on sentences and nonsense over here.
Some nights your internet goes out for about seven hours due to some “scheduled outage in your area”. Some nights you stay up far too late (just like in your college days) chatting with an old friend. Some days your words are a little too used up and your jokes are a little too inappropriate and you just shut the…
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Eleven. (Say it ain’t so.)
He is such an easy boy to love. Known for his entire first year of life as The Model Citizen, Bergen Hawkeye has been charming my heart for eleven solid years now. I’ve written about him tons and tons of times. The funny things he says and his kind manners and his all boy not-enough-fear adventures. I love being his…
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Five Finds Friday (22) (buffs & cute hairstyles for my girls & extra photos)
FUNNY What my ten-year-old reads for pleasure. Some kids outgrow their mom in height by the sixth grade. My kid is going to outgrow his mom in brains by the sixth grade. FASHIONABLE Probably because of my die hard, long term commitment to the television show Survivor, I was introduced years ago to the buff. The buff is headwear that…
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finding the scrapbooks
I think I’m going to blame Riley. She wants to have a yard sale in the front yard. (I strongly dislike yard sales. Having them, at least. They never seem to make enough money to justify the time spent organizing and the time spent standing outside your house for one whole day and the time spent taking every leftover thing…
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An Ode To Ryder
O Fluffy Walking Rug, you are always underfoot, nearby and keenly aware of our Comings & Goings. You like car rides, chasing presidential cats and chewing wooden blocks. When we come back home after a short excursion there is neither creature nor man who has ever greeted us more enthusiastically. I wish chickens were boring to you…
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probably too late.
Most nights my eight-year-old shares the bed with me. (I know what we all think about this. But only one child sharing the bed is a vast improvement over this time last year, when all five were sharing the same square footage. She’ll transition to her own bed permanently eventually I feel almost certain.) At any rate, there she was,…
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Three Truths To Tell My Child, For When They Feel Sad
Some days one or more of my children falls under a funk. A chunk of reality, coupled with a burst of hormonal fluctuation, and the bottom drops out and a stormy sea rocks their world. I understand. I have felt the heavy burden and I have been subdued under its trance and I was twelve once and I understand lonely…
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Five Finds Friday (21) (strawberry suggestions, a hilarious video, great shoes and a movie review)
FUNNY Tripp and Tyler have a new video. It’s very funny – because it’s kind of true sort of. (Also – there’s a great cameo in there by a surprise celebrity!) (Another also. What does it say about me that I have zero point of reference for who Rayvon Owen is? As in – I have never heard his name…
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don’t call my son the man of the house
Please don’t call my ten-year-old son “the man of the house”. He is not. Currently – we simply have no man of the house. And that’s terrible. Tragic. Not right. Wrong. Not the plan. Incorrect. Broken. But all of those truths do not make my ten-year-old son anything except a ten-year-old boy. He is not more a man now. He…