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Egg Hunting: The Hunger Games Edition
Every year I’m a mom, I’m certain the Easter egg hunt can’t get any better. From that very first time trying to convince my toddling Abby girl in her pristine, pressed Baby Gap dress, matchy-matchy bloomers and ruffle socks to amble toward the eggs that were littering the grass… to last year with myriad grubby kids (many…
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Come on, baby, light my fire.
This week at the beach, I taught my three littlest kids how to build a fire. If you’re wondering what’s wrong with me, my children were in your camp. They all thought I was crazy, too. Are you sure that teaching fire-building is in our best interests, Mom? they asked with various words and skeptical glances.…
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You know what’s better than respect? Skittles.
I told my 12-year-old son tonight that I expect him to respect me. Specifically, I said, that means not duh-ragging his heels on finishing his chores. He responded emphatically that he was not dragging his heels and also, oh my GOSH, Mom! I mentioned that taking 22 hours to unload the dishwasher is, too, dragging his…
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Happy I.E.P. Day!
Honestly, navigating my kids’ special education world has proved to be as much about finding my way as it is about educating my kids, and – wooeee! – I was totally unprepared for that at the beginning of this gig! In the early years of stumbling through the special needs dark, which I like to call the…