Browsing all posts from August, 2008.

Ripple Effects

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Today I made our second grocery store trip of the pay period. Its the trip I detest because we are already out of everything, but can only buy the essentials without busting up our budget. I felt Dave Ramsey perched on my shoulder like Blackbeard’s parrot eyeing my every selection. “Cubed cheese?,” he chided. “CUBED [...]

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Peach Fries

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Not exactly Jessica Seinfeld, but who has the time to puree a gallon of steamed zucchini?
And… that’s gross.
I sliced up the poor peach into unrecognizable strips. Sorry peach, you were beautiful the way you were, just inedible to a three-year-old. I stuck the strips in a plate compartment along side strawberry yogurt, because “dip” is [...]

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My Prayers

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God knows I love my boys.
I love my boys with painfully passionate longing.
I love them so much, in fact, that I find it hard to trust them to God. “God”, I say, “Here they are, the very marrow from my bones, the very beat of my heart, the very best of me. I lift them [...]

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Dental Work

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You should try it some time. Its really fun. I got some this morning and I was all like that was awesome right after my dentist made a porthole in my tooth deep enough to catch the men’s water polo semi-final in Beijing. I’m just kidding. About it being awesome that [...]

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My Son Is Not a Brat

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Sometimes I find myself wandering around my life muttering this like a self-confidence mantra. Then I wonder, why, oh why is it necessary to tell yourself something is true every six minutes?
Self, don’t answer that question.
Our good friends drop by just as Toby is waking up from nap. I hear him in his room grunting [...]

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Tiredness

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I have it lately. Maybe its my kids. Maybe its an immunization to caffeine from my increasing daily intake.
Maybe its five o’ clock runs catching me in the middle of the day as I lay next to Toby looking at books before nap. I cheerfully narrate The Little Engine That Could, [...]

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