Embracing my Inner Hick 30/Mar/2007

I know what you love to hear: Excuses from bloggers on how they’re too busy to blog. Or! Better yet! They are just busy enough to update their own blog sporadically but too busy to read your blog and actually make a contribution.  Meanwhile, you’re reading their updates and contributing selflessly.

Excuses, Excuses. And, as a teacher, I know excuses.

I have my own excuses that I will not bore you with. Instead, I will tell you that I’ve thought of you, I’ve read your comments, I’ve wanted to respond, I’ve read your website and wanted to respond, I’ve... Read more

Because we can’t all be Linus 27/Mar/2007

Tonight we have a bit of an issue here in Flingerville. I say issue lightly, since one of us is screaming our heads off and the other two are sitting in a huff on opposite sides of the house. Most days of the week, Mr. Flinger and my parenting strategy align nicely. And when it doesn’t, we always back the other up because that’s what a parental unit does; Back each other up. We’ll discuss our reasons for or against a decision in our own space, but never in front of the child. I call this parenting 101.

I decided to wash the beloved blanket and buddy combination... Read more

Suddenly birthing children in the bathroom isn’t so unreal 27/Mar/2007

I remember getting together with Mrs. JB at the puddle park this summer where she waddled, 8 months pregnant, from her car and then exclaimed, “I swear this kid is going to just fall out.” I laughed because HAHA! A kid just falling out, that’s funny. I never felt like that with LB. In fact, even with months of Braxtin-Hicks contractions and the fear of pre-term labor, as my due date got closer, it became evident LB was not leaving on her own accord. In fact, it was never so apparent as the minute they yanked her out... Read more

I’m not going to drown you, but if you keep this up I might think about it 23/Mar/2007

My lovely, darling, always sunshine of a daughter recently became opinionated. There are activities she likes and those she most certainly does not. She loves kicking the soccer ball, loves watching Dora, loves going shopping. She hates eating broccoli, she hates taking a nap, she hates brushing her teeth. We do all of these activities regardless of her passion for or against each one, however, she is more than welcome to voice her opinion. We listen. We nod. Then we make her do it anyway.

When she decided one day that she’d like to go swimming, I thought, “Well, yea!... Read more

The night I was magic 22/Mar/2007

One day, way too soon for my taste, my daughter is going to say ugly things to me that I know she doesn’t mean. She’s going to be on the other side and I’ll wonder how long it will last. She’s going to want anyone and everyone except her mother. I know it won’t last forever. And I want to tell my future self that now.

Because tonight, March 22nd, 2007, I became “The Mommy.” I’ve been the mommy for a few years. I’ve been there to feed her and... Read more

Herding Buffalo 22/Mar/2007

I have this disease Mr. Flinger calls “Herding Buffalo.” It usually occurs when life is in complete chaos and there is little time for anything.  It usually happens when an idea enters my busy brain and suddenly it can’t get out. The single idea turns in to fifty things that need to be done RIGHT! NOW! and suddenly there is the sound of herding buffalo in my head.

Right now, I have Herding Buffalo.

I last got Herding Buffalo when we were moving to Seattle. It came up often during the moving process, since moving is a bit stressful, especially moving... Read more

What’s in a name? 20/Mar/2007

A long long time ago, I got knocked up. We saw our first little pebble of a person, a Lima Bean, if you will, in March of ‘04. She was tiny, had no hands and a tail. She was known as LB and remained “Lima Bean” in my head for weeks, even beyond the time her tail developed in to legs and her movements caused actual feeling and she could bounce off the wall with force. She remained a Lima Bean because I couldn’t picture a baby growing in me. She was LB. She was tiny. It never changed.

This baby was dubbed “Coffee Bean” well before his conception. I... Read more

Makes me go hmmmm 19/Mar/2007

Picture going to see the Pope. You love The Pope. You love his little bubble car, his hat, his influence over an entire sect of religion. You listen to The Pope because he is, well, The Pope. Or maybe it’s the Dali Lama. You read his books, you listen to him speak. He’s one of the most influential people on earth.

Then the Dali Lama tells you he thinks you’re cool. You. Are. Cool. He probably uses some sort of deep and meaningful word and not “cool” but in your own head you think, “he said I was COOL!”

It’s kind of like that... Read more

If the grass is greener, I’m chewing my cud 16/Mar/2007

Against my better judgment, I’m writing about work. However, it will not contain the horrifically boring details that will spiral you in to mashing your head against the wall or shoveling mass chocolate chip cookies in to your face like I do nightly. No, I will spare you the details. Instead, I’m going to talk about working from home and how I thought that was the bestest. thing. evah.

When I had LB, I struggled with going back to work. I finished graduate school three months before having her and had to delay my doctoral studies because I couldn’t attend class,... Read more

Not because I’m psychic, but because I’m a scheduled C-section 15/Mar/2007

I’ve recently come down with a wicked case of pregnancy brain. I had my glucose test this morning and after staying up late reminding myself not to forget my medical records from my previous doctor, I rushed out the door and realized an hour later (still sitting in Seattle traffic) that I left them on the counter. Again.

It’s affecting every aspect of my life. I have to write lists. I’m easily distracted.... Read more