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June 10, 2011

Swim team season has started, and I think I'm finally getting into the groove of the afternoon practice schedule. We get home with T. about 4:00, and the kids have approximately 40 minutes to "rest"  (of course the rest time doesn't apply to me) before we have to begin the process of getting on suits and applying sunscreen. The kids practice from 5-6 and during their practice the deep end of the pool, where the high and low dives are, is open to other swimmers. The teenagers, who practice an hour earlier,…

March 24, 2011

When I read the Chatterbox post yesterday about the Australian dad who had his children arrested for bullying a younger boy, my first reaction was to feel immense gratitude and admiration for this father. This was the kind of stand every parent of a child who has been the victim of…

February 03, 2011

One film I just can't wait to see is "Race to Nowhere," the grassroots film that is making its way across the country via scheduled screenings (it's been unavailable to me over Netflix for months now)--the film is coming to my town next week, and I'm looking forward to going. If you haven't heard about the film yet, go check out the website, and read about it (there's an excellent review of the film…

December 21, 2010

A friend and neighbor called on Sunday in a slight panic mode. She was trying to burn some CDs for her sister's little boy as a Christmas gift but their family computer picked that inopportune time to stop working. I invited her to come by and use my laptop and she rushed right over, a pile of CDs in hand. As I looked at the list of titles (The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins, 

December 08, 2010

When I was out walking with my neighbor last weekend we got to talking, as we sometimes do, about those early days of parenting. She has two kids, ages 3 and 4 1/2 (yikes) so one could argue that she’s still in those early days of parenting. But we were talking about the early, early days—those giddy, surreal, exhausting, anxiety-laden days when you first arrive home from the hospital, babe in arms, and you’re on your own. There are no nurses to hand your baby off to, no lactation consultant to help…

December 07, 2010

After yesterday's heavy post, I thought something more light-hearted was in order--it is the holiday season, after all, even if it doesn't quite feel like it yet.

 Scott and I are both staring down the final week of the semester and with that, comes the pile of final exams, straggling projects, and the final grade calculations that really make this part of the job so painful. We've been bringing a lot of work home, too, which makes for cranky parents, and headachey, stressful weekend time. We are a good…
December 07, 2010

 

After yesterday's heavy post, I thought something more light-hearted was in order--it is the holiday season, after all, even if it doesn't quite feel like it yet. Scott and I are both staring down the final week of the semester and with that, comes the pile of final exams, straggling projects, and the final grade calculations that really make this part of the job so painful. We've been bringing a lot of work home, too, which makes for cranky parents, and headachey, stressful weekend time. We are a…
December 06, 2010
The new movement du jour circulating around Facebook these past few days directs us to change our profile pictures to our favorite cartoon characters: Change your Facebook profile picture to a cartoon from your childhood & invite your friends to do the same. Until Monday (Dec. 6), there should be no human faces on Facebook, but an invasion of memories. This is for violence against children. I haven't done this yet--not because I think the cause is unimportant, but because I've spent a few days wondering…
December 03, 2010
We've settled into a strange place with L. and this whole Santa business. He doesn't talk about Santa much, and we haven't revisited the conversation we had that afternoon at the craft store. We continue our traditions and L., for the most part, has been good about keeping a lid on his doubts. At the dinner table the other night we were talking about Santa, and whether or not he could fulfill…
November 29, 2010
It all started about three weeks ago. L. and I were getting into the car at 8:00 am on a school morning, and just as he'd slammed shut his car door and I was doing my routine three-point turn around on the cul-de-sac so we could head off to school, L. said: "Mama, I know you and Papa have been lying to me." There's nothing like being accused of lying--by your oldest child, no less, to make your heart go pitter-patter very rapidly. Even at 8:00 am. "What do you mean?" I asked. He was quiet for a moment and…