Just when I thought winter was over…

January 30th, 2008 § 0


Freak weather

This morning’s temp:  48 degrees, wet and muddy with lawns looking ready to re-emerge.

This evening’s temp:  7 degrees, and a snowstorm.

And I made it until the end of January before my perennial pneumonia-like nonstop hacking set in.

On a lighter note…

January 27th, 2008 § 0

We’ve been known to buy ourselves time with the munchkin when out and about doing non-munchkin-thrilling things by letting her type stories into our cellphones.  I believe this one helped to buy the Daddy some valuable extra browsing time in various Vegan stores…

the girl that wanted a cat.

Onec apan a time long long ago thare was a little girl that rilly rilly rilly wanted a cat. And she would trade enething for it. And so one day she finaly askd her mom. And dad…but thay sad it just is soch a hard rasponsobillty to have one. But…NO CAT! Sad her mother and father. Pleas? NNNNNOOOOOO! Yelld her mother. I promus to take varry varry varry good care of it? No. Evan at the shellter thay cost like 900 dolers for both cats and dogs and lots of other kinds of anamles. Like what? She askd. Well… It dosent rilly mater. Now no more qeshtons obout it. Got it? Yes. She side. I got it. The next day she askt agen. Cat? Her mom and dad lookd at echather. NOOOOOO!!!!!! Thay yelld. No cat I tould you. Fine! She sed. Her mother sed fine! I gus it is your birthday. Her ears perkt up! What?! Tomarrow morning we will go to the shellter and look in the cat sekshon. Yay!!!! So the next day thay went to the stor and she pikd out the perfect cat ever! And thay all lived hapally ever after. The end.

Btw, we’ll be having a conversation tomorrow morning in which I clarify there will be no additional pets acquired as part of the upcoming birthday festivities.

The place I’m in… a wandering but honest post

January 27th, 2008 § 1

I am 38 years old.

I’m a mother. I have been a mother for almost 7 years. 7 years have passed in my life, in my life plan, and I haven’t been doing nothing.I’ve been raising a child — an amazing, beautiful, creative child who who has given me both so much more intense struggle and simultaneously so much more pure joy than I could ever have imagined.I haven’t been the ‘perfect’ mother I imagined either. I have, though, put all that I can into doing it, and dedicated most of my energies to giving my child the best possible start in life. Finding the fine line between supporting her needs and encouraging her independence has been a particular challenge.I hope that I can continue to support her in being secure in her self, being able to give and receive love, being happy more often than not, and being generous to the world.

I am 38 years old.

I have worked some during these first 7 mothering years, and found ways to contribute financially to our household. I somehow also managed to begin and complete an advanced degree and a career change to education. I have not yet managed to transition that into a new, full-time career.I am a part of a loving marriage that has lasted already over 17 years. We have worked hard, especially during these intense years of early parenting, to support each other and to maintain the uniqueness and complementary nature of our bond. I haven’t been anywhere near the wife I want to be, but he loves me still.I have been doing all of these things while waging a constant struggle with depression, one that I share with so few people in my life, but one that consumes so much of my being, my energies and my world.

I am 38 years old.

I should be proud of what I have accomplished, of where I’ve been, of where I am, of where I’m going. And I want to be happy more often than not. » Read the rest of this entry «


January 27th, 2008 § 0

A whole new slew of products are entering our newly 1/3-vegan home. The jury’s still out on this one though:


Funny? Spooky?

January 26th, 2008 § 0

“Mommy, sometimes I feel like I am chatting daddy in my head…

and what’s weirder, sometimes he responds in my head, too!”

RIP, Crazy Tooth 2

January 21st, 2008 § 0

It’s been a long year with you hanging on ever so intently despite the arrival of your replacement.  And an even longer last 2 months since the dental visit pronouncing your necessary demise.   After many, MANY munchkin anxiety attacks, and many MANY grey hairs sprouted on the Mommy’s head whilst trying to convince your munchkin landlord to let her take you on, you have finally been vanquished.

Whatever your beliefs about fairies and parenting, trust me that this warrants a letter from the tooth fairy (click on image for larger view):

tooth fairy


January 21st, 2008 § 0


Teach your children well…

January 18th, 2008 § 0

Posting this lovely chat will come back to bite me, I’m sure, and cost us hundreds of dollars in therapy for our child one day, but some of the most delicately funny moments in life just HAVE to be preserved. Plus, she’s growing up in THIS household; sharing about bodily functions is easier than breathing…

7:29 PM me: i just spent 20 minutes reteaching Alli how to wipe her a**.

This after the 3rd day of finding poop on the bathroom floor, her feet, and her leg.

7:30 PM andrew: Wow

What was her style before?

7:31 PM I think ill stay here tonight. Sounds scary there

me: throw gigantic gobs of paper at her buttcheeks and see what happens.

no effort at the crack whatsoever.

and gobs too big to fit said crack.

hey, you asked.

andrew: Ooooh

7:32 PM You cracking up the room

7:34 PM me: you owe me.

she’s a Bernstein thru and thru.

andrew: Ill teach you how to wipe your a** when I get home

me: I’m good, thanks. But maybe you can share some of your art with your child.

7:35 PM andrew: You saying hartmans are good wipers?

What art?

me: I just thought you had the whole bathroom routine mastered.

andrew: Ahhhhh

I do

7:36 PM I even put the paper in the toilet when I’m done

Just finished…

January 15th, 2008 § 0

A good read.  Sad, poignant, and an important voice of humanity amidst much inhumanity.  I had hoped for a deeper glimpse into the many cultures in the region, but found instead a tale of the individual search for redemption.The author penned a beautiful snippet about forgiveness that gave me pause for thought:  

“I wonder if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.” (p. 359)           

So now you know.

January 14th, 2008 § 0

Lake Michigan

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