Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
My children recently discovered Diego, the spinoff cartoon to Dora The Explorer. While Dora makes me want to bash my head into the closest brick wall, Diego is less painful. The music is better, the pacing is faster, and the…
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Due to negligent parenting, my daughter has eaten two Happy Meals in the last three weeks, and each of these contained a half-length CD of Kids Bop. Each contains four pop songs, sung by kids or by young adults who…
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Remember the fun we had with the Angelborough Baseball League, and how the guy from the “major” league was trying to shoehorn my son into a league where he didn’t fit? (The instant replay: we signed my son up for…
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Last week we covered the four rules or the proper making of a fish sandwich (no, I’m not going to let that one die quietly) and inadvertently you got a good look at my “benign distortion” because I spent two…
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Kiddo#2 received her First Holy Communion, and I am obligated by the Maternal Convention of 2004 to post pictures on the weblog. You are similarly obligated to post comments about how cute she is. We bought the dress last May,…
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Rule 2 was “Do the work God gives you.” You’d think Jesus would have known for sure the work God gave him to do, right? It makes total sense that if you buy he’s God’s Son, then he’d have understood…
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Rule number two of my guardian’s rules (or the fish sandwich, as was pointed out to me) was “Do the work God gives you.” Of course, defining what work God gives you isn’t as easy as, say, doing the work…
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Yesterday I talked about how I tend to overthink everything (yeah, me, really) and sometimes I’ll end up in a tailspin over issues everyone else resolves easily. Combine that trait with my tendency to muse about all things spiritual and…
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If you’re Kit Brookside, then you remember what a hairy-hairy is. If you’re not, a hairy-hairy is our own-word (like Spucket) for something that’s shaggy, bushy, unkempt or (yes) hairy. Kiddo#4 had not been shorn since birth. At 13 months,…
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This is how my mother’s day started: At 5:53AM, Kiddo#2 woke me, in tears, saying she had a tick on her body. I trailed her to the bathroom and somehow, without actually being awake enough to think, I pulled the…
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