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If She Demands You Not Look at Her Ankles, The Why

January 5th, 2012%

Took The Child to dinner last night, just the two of us. She squealed in delight at the “just girls” occasion, as though we hadn’t already spent all day together. She chirped and chattered the whole way there about the taco she wanted and how she would order it.

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Just a SCOOTER, Please (OS:S in the E-T on the 12/4)

December 21st, 2011%

By way of explaining/excusing/blaming-my-kid-for a bald spot I’m developing . . . .

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Merry HallowThankChristOtherSuchmas

December 9th, 2011%

On November 12th, The Child helped me put up our Christmas tree.

On November 14th, we realized that we’d never gotten around to carving our Halloween pumpkin.

So we carved a turkey into it, designed feathers out of pipe cleaners.

Topped it off with a Santa hat.

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A Herd of These, Please

November 3rd, 2011%

I should like to have a herd of these.

A herd of super-silly, kissy-faced, zebra-ballerina hybrids.

She runs on sugar and gets approximately 60 minutes of crazy per preschooler-sized-handful of candy-corn.

And I’ll take a herd of them, please.

That is all.

Thank you.

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Nearing Completion of Our October Checklist

October 31st, 2011%

Next-to-next-to-last item: Obligatory Haaaaaaaay!

Next-to-last item: Boo You!

Last item: coming soon to a doorbell near you (and hopefully a camera near me), The Zebra-Ballerina Hybrid . . . .

Happy (not scary because we don’t like scary, do we mama, right? Because scary is scarrrrry!) Halloween!

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Mrs. Swamp Thing and the Zebra

October 29th, 2011%

If I said she gets her face-painting skills from her father, that lucky guy married to me, Swamp Thing Trophy Wife, would you believe me? Could you, even against the weight of those Mommy-painted, tribal-looking, whisker-things that we’re calling her “zebra stripes”? tweetmeme_style = ‘compact’;tweetmeme_url=’http://othersuch.net/2011/10/29/mrs-swamp-thing-and-the-zebra/’;

When Up She’s Grown

October 17th, 2011%

First of all, she’s not going to grow up because then she’d “just be an ad-ult.”

But maybe if she changes her mind?

Then she’ll be a silly-face muffin-maker.

In a tutu.

Which sounds great to me.

I love silly-face muffins.

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Sic Him, Kid (OS:S in the E-T on the 10/9)

October 12th, 2011%

Part of being three-years-old is working out all the details of one’s family tree, apparently. She quizzes me about who my grandmother is, who her father’s father is, which kids are her cousins, whether her friends are also her family, and why doesn’t she have a baby sister like several of her . . . → Read More: Sic Him, Kid (OS:S in the E-T on the 10/9)

Hi. It’s Me. On Your Doorstep. With a Summer’s Worth of Baggage. Invite Me In?

August 15th, 2011%

Sisterhood, I’m about to unload about 2.5 months worth of baggage on you.

I’m sorry.

And I owe you one.

The short version is that I’ve spent a statistically significant number of hours in the last week boo-hooing and agonizing and I’ve finally reached a conclusion.

Not To Get Too Judgy, But If You’re Not Incorporating Milli Vanilli Into Your Motherhood Style You Might Be Doing Something Wrong

June 14th, 2011%

She loves to spells things out for me:

“A-P-X-I-E-R, that spells ‘I need some paper, please!”

And bored with writing her own name, has taken to writing out other words for us.

Like “our names” in chalk in the driveway one evening.