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  • Baby Fever

    Baby Fever

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    Mia
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    Someone I know is pregnant with twins!! It’s supposed to be a secret (***why did she tell ME???), so I’m not naming names. But I WILL share here to help take the pressure off. Let’s be crystal clear: It’s not me. But seriously, what’s the only thing sweeter than a baby? TWO BABIES! Almost ten years ago, my aunt gifted…

  • Busted

    Busted

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    Mia
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    Back in the 1990’s, I was one of the first in my high-school to sport a cell phone. I kept it on me the duration of my senior year, so I could intercept the rare and impromptu phone calls from my then-boyfriend-now-husband, who was living on the opposite coast in basic and advanced military training. On the heels…

  • Sick & Tired

    Sick & Tired

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    A great, big, nasty tummy bug descended upon our household during the wee hours, last night, and ransacked the place. I don’t know about you, but when our precious toddler is for once sleeping soundly, the LAST thing I want to be found doing is stripping beds, starting laundry, bathing children, and combing regurgitated dinner from their hair. Fun…

  • Thrift Shop Bullies

    Thrift Shop Bullies

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    Mia
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    Dear Overly-Aggressive, Hyper-Competitive, Greedy Goodwill Lady, I’m just gonna be frank here: I did not appreciate you haphazardly shoving past me this morning, just after the store opened. You took advantage of me wiping a shopping cart down with a baby wipe and hand-sanitizer, lest my son contract some nefarious communicable disease, zipping past me in selfish haste. But……

  • Taxi Mom?

    Taxi Mom?

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    Mia
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    Could it be? Did we arrive? Have we unceremoniously transitioned to the season of shuttling kids around nonstop? These days we follow an unrelenting schedule of loading and unloading the minivan, buckling and unbuckling carseats. Grabbing the keys, matching the shoes, and locating sunglasses. (I simply CANNOT drive without them.) Between PE & computers classes, piano & flute lessons, basketball practice & games, and…

  • Goodbye Yellow-Brick [Goldenrod] Road

    Goodbye Yellow-Brick [Goldenrod] Road

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    Mia
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    Welp, looks like it’s official: We’re moving. Monday we had the furnace guy out. Yesterday the appraiser visited. This afternoon we’re expecting the window guy. Last week our buyer had her professional home inspection and we chose countertops for the new house. We should probably start packing. This is an exciting move, but still it’s bittersweet. This modest home was…

  • Never Grow Up

    Never Grow Up

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    Mia
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    Youngest daughter is identifying as a mermaid these days. And we just let her. Whatever. In truth, I kind of love it. You’re only a kid once, right? I want her them to “stay this little“. How does Taylor Swift know about the bittersweet angst of parenthood, anyhow? They grow up SO FAST. I want their childhoods to be…

  • Desperate Times

    Desperate Times

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    Mia
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    Little Man does many things amazingly well: He is extremely bright, keenly observant, genuinely affectionate, and has a great sense of humor. He has learned, by immersion, a second language in a matter of months. Admittedly, he remembers his “please and thank yous” better than his school-aged sisters. He also follows instructions and sequences better.…

  • Honoring Origins

    Honoring Origins

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    Mia
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    If you follow college football at all, then it’s no mystery why our oldest daughter recently sported her Oregon Ducks shirt, proudly explaining to all who would listen here in the Montana Tundra that she’s actually an Oregonian… … And she’s right, the first four members of our family were born in Oregon; all five of us…