February 2011
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Swim Class
…is where there are no distractions. No computer, no tv, no dishes to do, no electronic toys.
…is our 30 minutes of intimate mommy-toddler time.
…is where my daughter seems more like a little girl than a baby.
…is where my herniated disc doesn’t get in the way of me holding her.
…is where I get to see Doodlebug light up - and look proud of herself.
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January 2011
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Learned Happiness
There was an experiment conducted with dogs I remember reading about in one of my education classes in college. I’ve never forgotten about it because at the time, it struck me as cruel. The actual point of the experiment was lost in a jumble of sad puppy mental images and adolescent outrage, but now I wish I had read into it a little more. Researchers attached three groups of dogs to...
“You’re imperfect and you’re hardwired for struggle, but you are...”
– Brene Brown
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No Place Like Home
A room all to yourself. Nothing to clean, wash, dry, hang up, or fold. A nice meal you didn’t have to cook and don’t have to clean up. Not feeling guilty for reading through the latest People magazine while someone else plays the-most-annoying-game-in-the-world with your toddler. Showering for longer than 5 minutes. Blowdrying your hair. Not feeling guilty…because you know...
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No, we don't eat poops.
Me: Poops go in the potty. Let’s put these poops from your diaper in the potty so you can see it’s okay for them to go there.
Doodlebug: I want to see them.
Me: See, there they are.
Doodlebug: Look, mommy! Brownies in the potty!
Me: Oh. Um….No, those are poops. Doodlebug, tell mommy “We don’t eat poops.”
Doodlebug: We don’t eat poops…..But me...
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