Jack
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Jack. Eight.
The universal and the unique are at war when parents try to describe their children to other people. Jack is Everyman at eight – everything I could say about him will sound like…
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Why My Sons are the Best
Craig knows new words every day. Every day. Today, for example, he said such sentences as “No bedtime yet for Craig.” “Line ’em up, cars!” “I want juice or milk baba.” “Aunt Corrie,…
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Saturday Afternoon Meal Planning
Taking a break from worky work to do domestic work (including meal planning), after which I shall go back to worky-work some more. Although this indubitably sucks, it’s not all work this Saturday…
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Babies Babies Babies
I’m surrounded by preggos. One friend at work just had a baby girl and three others are pregnant with boys (due in December, January, and March). My sister is also due to have…
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Those Boys, Though
Yesterday, Jack went to a Cub Scout meeting with his dad. Craig was asleep, and so it was just Liam and me. Middle child that he is, my Liam flourishes under individual attention…