>This is Toby. He’s Sebastian’s woobie. I think the technical term for it is transitional object and the hip term is lovey, but Mr. Mom says woobie and so say I. Either way, he’s been helping Sebastian get to sleep since he was about eight months old. But lately Toby has taken on some new…
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>I’ve received many kind responses to my latest posts, most of which gently reminded me to count my blessings and enjoy the moment. Cliché, but excellent advice nonetheless. So here I go. Top 10 reasons I’m grateful to be a stay-at-home parent this year: 10. I can sleep in until 8 or 9 if one…
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>It doesn’t seem that special. It’s not the age at which you’re legally allowed to do anything for the first time. It’s not a multiple of ten or five that lets you celebrate a new decade or being halfway through. My husband pointed out that it’s two to the fifth power. My stepfather wished me…
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> I can’t turn it off. The judgmental conga line in my head always starts dancing around when I’m with other parents of small children. It’s not the other parents I’m judging, though. What I hear in my head are the comments I’m afraid they are making about me in their own thoughts. …
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Yes, I’m still here…just never on my computer. You see, there is almost no time whatsoever from 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. when both boys are actually asleep. Most days I get about 40 minutes, in which I run around like a madwoman trying to finish at least one household chore and one Must Do…
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