Monthly Archives: January 2008

Unbouncing my Boy

Among my son’s bedtime reading selections is a book called Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too. In it, the energetic Tigger enthusiastically “bounces” the characters one by one, until grumpy Rabbit decides he needs to rid Tigger of his annoying … Continue reading

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My son got kicked out of day care today

And, by “kicked out” I mean permanently, if not immediately. More to come, I’m sure… — More… Is it too late to say I just can’t handle this parenting thing and I’ve decided to stay childless? It’s been one of … Continue reading

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Exercise

Don’t interpret my silence about Shauna’s book as meaning that I haven’t read it, for I did, and quickly. And it doesn’t mean that I didn’t love it. For I did, very much. I’ve just been, uh… digesting. My thoughts … Continue reading

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Scanning

When it comes to pregnancy, New York holds a lot of bad memories for me. I’ve written before about my ill-fated first pregnancy, though I won’t go into details. But I will say that the 20-week ultrasound scan was the … Continue reading

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Making up

For the last few years, I’ve had a love/hate relationship with make-up. Growing up in Houston, land of big hair and panty hose, it wasn’t really even a question. Of course you wear make up, starting in your teens or … Continue reading

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It’s here!

My copy of “The Amazing Adventures of DietGirl” — the book — is here. Yippee! I just want to check out for a few days until I’m finished devouring it! Yummy!

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One of the best resources I’ve found

When I first heard about the “Eat Like Me” blog, I have to admit I expected it to be a little self-satisfied and pretentious. Besides my natural distrust of “naturally skinny” people and nutritionists, I just couldn’t imagine anyone holding … Continue reading

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Love, in Practice

This morning was a doozy. The boy insisted he wanted to “watch tee-bee” rather than getting dressed and going to day care, and he physically fought our attempts to dress him. After we finally wrestled him into clothes, got him … Continue reading

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