September 30th, 2004

Tiny Dancer

I figured that after all these years of childbearing I had probably become immune to its allure, but yesterday morning I found out differently. One minute I was sitting cooly in my obstetrician’s office (okay, as cooly as one can sit while wearing one of those preposterous paper get-ups they call “johnnies”) and discussing the various challenges and benefits of homeschooling. I was a normal, grown-up, reasonable adult woman. In

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September 27th, 2004

Damn Yankees

My husband Dan is a Yankee. Not the New York kind, mind you- he’s a die-hard Red Sox fan. No, Dan is a born and bred in New Hampshire kind of Yankee. This means he actually believes things like “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” is suspicious of modern technology, and absolutely disdains spending money on anything he didn’t make, design, grow, or build himself.

Which leads us to

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September 26th, 2004

Sluggish Sunday

Years ago, when I first read Erma Bombeck’s description of how she once fell asleep during a root canal, I thought she was joking. You see, I wasn’t a mother back then.

Today, however, when I consider being tipped back in an upholstered chair while easy-listening music plays softly in the background and all my kids are in someone else’s care for an extended period of time, I can’t help

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September 25th, 2004

God is Good (even when we forget him)

Over the past couple of weeks Dan and I have been stressing out about not yet having found an 8th grade teacher for our parish’s religious education program (Dan is DRE).

We considered combining the 7th and 8th grade classes but rejected that idea as impractical. We wrung our hands and lamented the fact that “people just aren’t willing to volunteer anymore.” We whined and complained about parents who want

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September 24th, 2004

A Farewell to Twosies

It’s official. Stephen has given up “twosies.”

Most parents are familiar with onesies, but for those of you who have not heard of “twosies,” I should explain that “twosie” is our family word for a pacifier. Our first child used to call them “twos” because she always needed to have TWO of them- one in the mouth, one just in case. Stephen, however, made them “twosies.” He also made their

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