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Welp, my site got an overhaul. Thanks to the talent of a borrowed Mac Notebook you will now spend the first moment on “Tales from the Running Mama” hoping I remembered to Lysol the high chair tray. At least its a diversion from counting the spider veins on my thigh which is what I spend [...]
I thought it would be nice to share some of the best “mom” posts I found this week during my ample time creeping the blogosphere. Enjoy one of these if you… Need Validation and Inspiration Have a Strong-Willed Child Are a Single Mom Are a Pastor’s Wife Love Your Slow-Cooker
Have you noticed how quickly a dog moves from “beloved family member” to “faintly barking from the crate in the garage” as soon as a new baby is brought home? I used to love my dog. I used to remember to feed her too. Now I am only aware of her presence when I vacuum [...]
Sometimes I just want to have a moment to myself to think. A moment where Alec Baldwin is not reading the narrative to Thomas and Friends on t.v. in competition with the dog’s incessant barking at the patio door. A moment where baby Charlie is not crawling around my lap like a confused gerbil, slinging [...]
Tonight’s prayer was unusually succinct. “Dear God… Amen.” You’re three and you already grasp omniscience.
Has anyone been watching the coverage of the polygamists in Texas? I read this on MSN, and I am more than a little bothered. I am sad if these kids were being abused. I am also sad that mothers and children are forced to separate. I hope they prove or disprove something soon so it [...]
He has good ones. Really, really, really good ones. Me: Toby, you shared your train with baby Charlie! Good Job! Toby: Thank you. Me: Your welcome. Toby: Your welcome too. Me: Uh…Thanks? Toby: Your welcome. Awkward.
When I was little I would crawl into my mom’s arms and press my face to her chest to feel the safety of her heartbeat. My legs would dangle over her lap as she chatted with a friend on the phone or sat at the kitchen table recounting the day to my dad over a [...]
Having a baby in the house has awakened Toby to a new dimension. It is called the past and it has proven itself a tricky little concept to squeeze a brain around. He asks: Member when I was in dat bed mommy? (Points at crib) Member when I yoos to eat in dere mommy? (Points [...]
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