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Swimmin’ Season

Once I crossed the murky line between adolescence and adulthood, it became all too easy to spend an entire summer working and cleaning and racing from one chore to another, acknowledging the change of season only by trading in boots and coats for sandals and tanks. But when the kiddos came along, I got a [...]

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Fish Tales

In spite of the 90-degree heat, we headed up to the Father’s Day Kids’ Walk hosted by the Yellow Ribbon Support Center at TQL this afternoon, lured by promises of goldfish and cheeseburgers. The place was virtually empty (we represented 75% of the turnout) but that just meant no lines at the face-painting booth and unlimited [...]

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About Your Daddy

Dear Girls, We’re not a bad bunch, the four of us. Between Abby’s heart-melting grin, Savannah’s stormy grey eyes, Claire’s spun-gold hair, and my new Vera Bradley handbag, we’re pretty darn cute. And — when we’re not in the midst of an all-out screamfest over stolen toys or wounded pride — we’re quite pleasant to be around. Even [...]

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Sick Day

The only thing worse than experiencing that awful, churning, about-to-be-sick feeling is seeing your child going through it for the first time. Savannah and I spent most of the wee hours of Saturday night crouched together in front of the toilet. I was allowed to hold her hair, but not permitted to speak. She spent [...]

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Baby Talk

From grammatical blunders to the nearly lewd, there’s no telling what might come out of our daughters’ little mouths at any given moment. Lately, as Claire straddles the line between baby and toddler, her budding vocabulary is growing faster than our laundry pile. Whether they’re real words or not, they never fail to amuse, amaze, and sometimes (especially in grocery store [...]

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