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Pick your battles (and don’t choose these)

Pick your battles (and don’t choose these)

Pick your battles.  I’ve heard that phrase so many times, and while it has always made sense to me, its meaning is magnified now that I’m a mom of three boys.  Every minute in my M.O.B. house seems to teeter on the verge of rushing toward tenderness (awww, they’re cuddling) or destruction (do NOT throw those shoes at the window), and it’s hard to predict which way the moment is going to go.  With strong personalities like the ones in…

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Last-minute Halloween costumes: (easy, low-cost, DIY, fun)

Last-minute Halloween costumes: (easy, low-cost, DIY, fun)

Last-minute Halloween costumes are a reality sometimes even though Halloween rolls around the same date every year.  I remember when I was in grad school, I was supposed to be out of town the day my friend was hosting a Halloween party.  But I ended up being in town, costumeless, just hours before the party.  So, what did I do?  I wrapped myself in aluminum foil (it’s actually great for keeping you warm!) and turned myself into a fork, proving…

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Father’s Day: Ode to a Half-assed Husband*

Father’s Day: Ode to a Half-assed Husband*

Father’s Day is here again.  I admit I have now once seen B close a drawer, but other than that, this is still worth re-posting from last year  Happy Father’s Day to all the dads and father figures out there, half-assed or whole! We nicknamed my husband “Half-assed Brad,” And as it turns out, he’s not all bad Sure, when something’s open, it never is shut Like scissors, dangerously waiting, for paper to cut Toothpaste wide open, waiting for me…

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Join me as I find my way (laughing) as the mother of boys

Join me as I find my way (laughing) as the mother of boys

  This is me.  My favorite outfit growing up was a flowered cotton skirt with a bow in my hair.  I was a dancer, I played house and school and store and doctor and hair salon.  I loved pink, flowers, ruffles, dolls and ribbon barrettes.  I was, in retrospect, a girly girl.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved to play catch with my dad, watch some sports on TV, and I had a ton of Matchbox cars.  But if  I had to…

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