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This morning when I woke up, both the kids were downstairs already. Little C, who's been sick with a fever for the past three days, was watching TV on the couch. Beside her was an ottoman, on top of which was a tiny cordial glass full of water, and a big empty bowl."What's all this?" I said to Annika, gesturing at Celyn's setup."She was coughing SO hard, I thought she needed a bowl in case she

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Well, it's been a messy week. The day after my last post was spent almost entirely in bed, getting up only for bathroom trips and rarely, to do something child related. My kids are almost of an age where they can fend for themselves in dire straights. I warned them in the morning that I was sick and wasn't going to be doing much, and that I was going to have an instantaneous no tolerance

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So after three days of 102-103 degree fever, I had to take Ani to the doctor to have them check her out. Clear lungs, clear ears, clear throat. Un-fun-swab up the nose for swine flu, negative. Today she's better, but due to the 24 hour fever rule, she's home with me again today.And now Celyn has her own version, of course, because the concept of isolation in a house with two small children is

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I suck at blogging these days. I have no TIME for it anymore. I have no time to keep up with it. Apparently, I used to have way too much time on my hands, back in the day. Which is not to say that other bloggers have too much time on their hands, it's just that I am crap at time management.This weekend has been a Stuck Around the House weekend, because the Big Kid is sick. She is not an easy

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Him: "You know, I am irrationally offended when you say things like that."Me: "Well, good, because I am irrationally trying to offend you."Him: "... I'm glad we can talk about these things."

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Picking up Celyn at preschool is SO different from the way it was when I picked up Annika there.Celyn sees me and she jumps and runs and clings to my legs, smiling broadly, saying, "Mama!" Then she climbs me like a monkey and bestows me with all sorts of hugs and squeezes and kisses. She is perfectly happy at school, but yet she could really knock me over with her enthusiasm for me at pick up

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Our weekend was fabulous. We had lots of great family time, lots of good food and conversation, and everyone enjoyed themselves.Which is why it was so surprising when I woke Annika up for school on Monday morning and she started to cry, then sob, that her stomach hurt and she didn't want to go.Long story short, it seems her new first grade teacher is a screamer.She'd mentioned this in passing in

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I love Saturdays.Today was just a bliss fest over here. I give the weather a lot of credit. We rolled out fairly early to walk to the farmer's market where we get our coffee beans, then wandered over to the park for a while, where we ran into a family from the dojo. The kids found and inspected dead crayfish, tried to pry out a live one from its watery dwelling, and saw two groundhogs peeking

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So since the beginning of September, I've been feeling the call to blog again. Who knows how long it will last this time, so I won't break my neck notifying anyone.And then the last two weeks have been insane. Annika started first grade. Celyn started in the "Frog" classroom over at preschool. Annika's had approximately four and a half days of school so far, Celyn's had one morning, and we've

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Ani came stalking into our bedroom this morning."Why is your PURSE in the tv room? Why are there CANDY wrappers in the garbage?" Her eyes narrowed. "Were you WATCHING TV and eating CANDY??""Um, yes.""That's not fair! I'm going to go turn on the TV and then you better give me some candy!""Sure it's fair. Because I'm a grown up and I can do whatever I want."Yesterday, the 3 year old (aka

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I always feel compelled to make some excuse as to why I'm not posting more. In my blogging heyday, I posted every single day. Part of the reason why I don't is that I've voluntarily given up my niche. I don't consider myself a "mommy blogger" anymore and I don't want to talk about my kids all the time, for a variety of reasons.Almost everything else going on at the moment is a bit repetitive,

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It's been very sunny the past few days. Maybe it's cold, I don't know. I haven't left the house in fecking DAYS. The rage is beginning to unfurl from deep within. At first, I thought it was merely onset of more gruesome cramps, but it has a slightly different quality.Yeah, so let's review: Q got pink eye on Weds. I started feeling ill on Thursday. Baby C was diagnosed with pink eye and dual

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My husband and I were attempting to sit next to each other, on the couch. Little C was in the middle, and not happy."No, Daddy, you go sit over dere!" she commanded imperiously, pointing to the love seat."You kids are always getting in between me and romance," I murmured over my magazine."Getting between you and MERMEN?" Ani asked, incredulously.Well, yes, those too. I have not had a single

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So I was driving along this afternoon doing errands, wondering what immutable law of nature requires a majority percentage of elderly people to not ONLY drive five miles below the posted speed limit, but also stay in the passing lane. While I was wondering this in a somewhat irritable way, the example specimen in front of me pulled over into the left turn only lane, which is exactly what I was

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I didn't celebrate Imbolc or Candlemas or Groundhog Day or whatever you like to call it. I had no enthusiasm for it this year. I couldn't feel like having six more weeks of winter (at least) was a reason to celebrate. And I know that technically Yule is "midwinter" but here in this hemisphere and climate, this is the middle of winter. And this winter has been all winter, all the time.So bah

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I seem to be sliding away on this little slipstream through time, where I'm losing track of things and forgetting important stuff, and even though I'm grasping at the sides trying to slow down, it's not really working. It's something that just happens every now and again, and the best thing to do, it seems like, is stop fighting it and just cancel as many commitments as I can until things regain

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After being given a very thoroughly illustrated note, lamenting my cruelty and tyranny, I called both girls to my side."Come here, please. I have a secret to tell you!"This lit them both up, and they forgot how evil I was.I gathered them close around me."You see, I should have told you sooner, but ... I'm not actually your mother."Their mouths fell open."Whaaaat?""Yes, you see, your mother --

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I'm sensing a disturbance in the element of water today ...Ten minutes before class, I was icing my bruised forearm. Suddenly, I noticed that the ice bag was leaking and had left a volleyball sized wet patch on the front of my jeans. So I threw on a new pair and left the house.I dropped off C at the sitter's, I arrive at the dojo, and discover that my entire bag is soaking wet. Because my

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(Due to technical difficulties, I could not upload a thumbnail of the image. Therefore, you'll have to view the article to see it.)This month's issue of Smithsonian had an article about this birth photograph by Wayne F. Miller. It depicts the birth of his son, David Baker Miller, in 1948.I'm not sure what bothers me more: the photograph, or that the article seems to unquestioningly accept this

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I've discovered another useful aspect to Facebook. If I scroll back through my Wall, I can track all kinds of information. I was going through my history to see which Alchemy oil I was wearing on a particular day, and happened to notice that I was in a bad mood last Sunday, too, noting in particular that the day could "stick it."I'm combating Sunday crossness by baking cookies (chocolate chip &

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If I try to post three random things every day, maybe I'll get back in the habit. I know I spend a lot of time lamenting my lack of blogging lately, but part of that is because my life is both busy and boring. At least when it was just boring, I had a lot of time to spew randomness, and write lengthy entries about something as mundane as a stupid jackass who didn't hold the door for me when I

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It's a Gruffalo!Wait, I mean, oh my god, I am so sick of winter already. It's so very early to be going here. Usually, the last several years, I've at least made it until March before crashing. And to be fair, I'm not really crashing, so much as getting Insanely Restless. It's not even properly cabin fever; I'm getting out quite a bit. It's just ... ugh, the cold, the wet, the dirty.

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I was thinking yesterday that I'm shooting my blogging wad in other places lately. Blogging used to be my primary weapon against new-mom isolation, and then new-mom-who-just-moved-into-a-new-town isolation. Now, with the advent of Twitter, and my abuse of Facebook, all of those collected tidbits that would have formed into a blog entry just get shot out, piece by piece, into the cybersphere.Oh

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I just realized something today.Over the past several years, I've become far more girly than I have ever been (consistently) in the past. I wear perfume every day (except in summer, blech). I "do" my hair. I wear makeup. I still like to wear clothing that's more or less androgynous, but (I hope) it's a little more stylish and a little less "Lazy College Student". I do not wear heels, but I

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Lately, I am so engrossed with music. Now that my Sansa is working, and fully loaded, and the dock is working (it stopped for about six months, then mysteriously restarted again), I'm using that to full advantage. I'm also blipping when I can, although lately my laptop is behaving badly and tends to crash when I'm using blip, so I've cut down a bit. That site is so much fun, I'm rediscovering

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