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I am notoriously indecisive, and true to form, I could not decide which blog platform I liked better: WordPress or Blogspot, so I used both. I’ve been cross-posting to both blogs trying to decide which one I prefer. Well, I prefer WordPress, but I have a better following on Blogspot (and I bought my own [...]

Writer’s Block

I have writer’s block. It’s been a week since I blogged and I have a million things going through my head, but when I turn the computer on, I’m blank. One of my college professors told me to write something every day, even if it’s crap. Just write every day. But I’m having trouble even [...]

My Sunshine

My dad had special songs for each of us girls growing up. My eldest sister, Rachel, had “Love Me Tender,” which fits her quiet, thoughtful personality. The more rambunctious Rebecca had “Side by Side” (“ain’t got a barrel of money, maybe we’re ragged and funny, but we’re traveling along, singing our song, side by side…”). [...]

Mish-Mash of Anecdotes

Emma has been cracking us up lately. Here’s a snapshot of what she’s been up to:
 
Babe
One day I stood at the back door and yelled to Sean, who was outside. I yelled “Babe!” and Emma picked up on it. She now calls her dad “babe,” but only when she’s in her bossy mode, which makes me wonder if she [...]

Doing Her Own Thing

Our daycare center hosted a parents’ night on Wednesday to introduce new teachers, allow parents to ask questions or bring up concerns and to talk about a fund-raising event coming up in June (we’re doing Relay for Life, so family members, expect me to hit you up to sponsor me in a few weeks).
The kids [...]

I Eat My Baby

“I eat my baby.”
“Um, Emma, that’s not very nice.”
“I eat my baby.”
“Emma, your baby is a good girl, why would you want to eat her?”
“I eat my baby.”
“Eating babies is not nice. It’s what crazy people do. You’re not crazy, don’t eat your baby.”
“I eat my baby.” She pulls the doll’s high chair up to [...]

Chocolate Milk

I admit I can be a tough mom. I don’t tolerate much complaining from Emma, and when it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime. When she throws a tantrum, she gets a time-out. When she doesn’t listen to me, she gets a time-out. When she really defies me or her dad, she gets a spanking. She drinks milk [...]