Feb
15

Blogging moms … what’s being said on the Internet

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A weekly glimpse of what moms are saying on the Web.

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There are days I wish I could wear a disclaimer sign like: “I wasn’t planning on leaving the house today,” and that explains the look I have going on. If you can call the sweatshirt I slept in and track pants that by the end of the day have the delicate knee protrusions even when my knees are no longer bent and a cute stickie-out haircut but only on the left side.”

— Kelli Crowe, on kellicrowe.typepad.com

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Jan
20

Blogging moms … what’s being said on the Internet

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McClatchy-Tribune

A weekly glimpse of what moms are saying on the Web.

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“In the last few days my son has been making some folded paper wreaths. As he sat at the table folding one day he suddenly said ‘Hey Mom, you know what’s really neat about making things? When what you’re making doesn’t turn out like the picture in your head. It’s usually better. And something unexpected.”‘

— Martha, on uniform-studio.com/journal/.

Nov
09

Blogging moms … what’s being said on the Internet

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McClatchy-Tribune

A weekly glimpse of what moms are saying on the Web.

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“Lily, you turned 8 months yesterday. Which actually means that yesterday you turned ‘only four months until you’re 1.’ Which is craziness.

“You’ve started ‘talking’ constantly. Little babbles that break our hearts and that make your sister say ‘yes Lily, yes Lily?’ all the time. You’re favourite word is ‘goya.’ We don’t know what it means, but you do and you say it over and over as you fall asleep at night. You also say real words though like Dada. But you don’t say Mama. When I ask you to say Mama you just laugh at me. Apparently I’m very funny.”

— Manda McGrory, on treefalldesign.typepad.com

Oct
21

Tick tock, tick tock

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By Linda Kerr DC METRO MOMS BLOG

Do you hear that sound? No, it’s not my biological clock ticking (although it probably is). It’s not my watch that I sometimes hear at night as I lay awake thinking of a million things. It’s the tick tocking away of my morning when both kids are in preschool.

I am a stay-at-home mom, and in my spare time I write for four blogs (http://monkeybusinesskids.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-i-am-these-days.html _ oh, how did I get myself into that?) and am trying to publish a book and become a one-woman marketing machine for Baby Bunching (http://www.babybunching.com/). Don’t mind the dirty dishes or the fact that my floor has something sticky on it. In fact, my 4-year-old son told ME today I needed to mop the floor because there was sticky stuff on it. (Uh, yeah kiddo, guess how it got there?) I skipped the gym since they have childcare there. Why would I waste kid-free time when they will watch my kids for the small price of a YMCA membership?

My kids get dropped off at preschool at 9 a.m. I race home to do all the things I can’t do when they’re around like write and make phone calls. I fly through the door and sit down at the computer. Where to start?

All my blogs need new posts. I have to call the church about becoming the Godmother for my friend’s new baby. I have to call to get our stupid tree removed from the front yard because it’s causing our basement to flood. Oh, and I have to e-mail the school parent group about the Halloween picnic. I have three hours. … Go!

Prioritize. Do all the things I can’t do with kids ‘yak yak yaking’ in my ear first. Many things don’t take more than 10 minutes to do, but somehow I find it takes 5 minutes to collect my thoughts, 5 minutes to research something, 10 minutes to do the task and then 5 minutes to move on. Think my kids will give me 25 minutes to do it? No way.

I call. I write. I return a few calls. I write some more. Send a ton of e-mails. Inhale coffee. Blog some more. Look at watch. 11 a.m.! Crap. One hour left and I still haven’t showered. Skip the shower. E-mail some more. Read a few blogs. Comment (can’t be a blogger without reading a few of your own). 11:53. Time to go get the kids.

I walk into the kitchen and see the breakfast dishing, including the pan with the eggs still on the stove. Roll my eyes at my grossness level today. Walk past the laundry that hasn’t been put away. Step on the sticky spot from this morning. Dammit. Wipe it up so it’s not sticky anymore. I really should mop the floor. Maybe later. Grab keys and go.

And by the time I pick them up, I’m exhausted from “working” with nary a thing to show for it … except this great blog post.

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This is an original post from the DC Metro Moms Blog, http://www.dcmetromoms.com … Linda writes about parenting at Baby Bunching, http://www.babybunching.com/ and Monkey Business, http://monkeybusinesskids.blogspot.com/

Oct
07

Blogging moms …what’s being said on the Internet

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McClatchy-Tribune

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“Dear Emma,

So. The big 4th grade camping trip is tomorrow. I bet you’re different kinds of stuff. Excited to be with all your friends, excited about the nighttime walk you’ll be taking (with no flashlights, right?), excited about being away from home. And a little worried about being away from home too I bet. Well, I feel all those feelings sometimes too. Isn’t it weird to feel super excited and worried, all at the same time?”

— Blair, http://blairpeter.typepad.com/weblog/

Oct
05

Blogging moms: What’s being said on the Internet

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McClatchy-Tribune

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“Sam had his first day (of school) with ‘lots of kids and lots of teachers and also, time-out chairs.’ This was a big deal on all fronts but mostly because in Sam’s case we don’t get sitters and we don’t have close-by family and honestly, it took a good three years for us to leave him with our dear friends whose home he’d rather live in. He’s the sort of kid who’d rather sit quietly in our laps than join in with snacks! crafts! toys! He warms slowly and I’m a big believer in letting him do just that. So. This was a big step.

“He did great. Well, not at first but very quickly after I left. I’m also a strong believer in helping my kids grow in safe environments — even if there are tears and nervousness (and honestly, I stopped like five minutes afterwards. hah.). He coped just fine and may have done much better than that — as he waved to his teacher he said solemnly, ‘see you on Friday.’ I think he meant it.”

— Melissa, allbuttonedup.typepad.com/

Sep
18

Blogging Moms …what’s being said on the Internet

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McClatchy-Tribune

A weekly glimpse of what moms are saying on the Web.

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“It’s been two weeks now since gymnastics lessons have started for the Toddler, and there has yet to be a single surprise. Within 30 seconds of the first lesson, I was already grateful that she’s too young to be embarrassed by me, because I truly excel at the embarrassing in public situations thing.

I started out on the wrong foot. Or feet. That is, I am a giant dork and even with 20 some other parents around to observe, I still missed the whole Shoes Go in Cubbies thing. Ah, yes indeed, we were the only two in a room full of people wearing shoes on the big red mat. Awesome.”

— http://www.theburghbaby.com/

Sep
17

Blogging moms — what’s being said on the Internet

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McClatchy-Tribune

A weekly glimpse of what moms are saying on the Web.

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“It’s inevitable that when you put a bunch of kids under 6 together there will always be someone crying. Such was the case tonight at a neighborhood barbecue. Someone was always bawling because someone else took their stick and it was a special stick and because there will never be another stick so special in the history of sticks. Or someone threw dirt. Or someone looked at me funny. Or someone wouldn’t let me go down the slide. Or someone said I was a foofoo poopy head.

“Oy.”

— Casey, http://Mooshinindy.com/

Aug
08

Blogging moms…

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McClatchy-Tribune

A weekly glimpse of what moms are saying on the Web.

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“Well, I was looking for a little adventure. And I got it. The trip to Southern Italy was a tad stressful with two very weepy, exhausted girls. OK, make that three. I was dragging a bit myself. I couldn’t sleep one minute on the overnight flight to Rome because I like to be ready and alert in case the pilot passes out from food poisoning and the crew suddenly needs my assistance in the cockpit. Hey, I’m not naive. I saw the movie ‘Airplane.”‘

— Kelcey Kintner at http://www.mamabirddiaries.com/

Jul
30

The intensity of being me

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Monica Brand NEW JERSEY MOMS BLOG

I sipped my overpriced coffee while sitting at a table in the middle of the bookstore cafe, a modest stack of trashy magazines in front of me. All the kids home with their daddy. My little camp out on a busy Friday night. I logged onto Twitter just to prove to my friends I could tweet beyond domestic life. I’m in Borders! People watching, catching up with the antics of Brad and Angelina!

All was well until she walked past my table.

“You’re so calm!” Acquaintance said as she breezed on by. Talk about Hit and Run; I doubt she noticed my mouth drop open in shock. If I had a mouthful of sugary sweet drink, I’m sure I would’ve sprayed it over all the magazines.

I immediately went into Hyper-Internal Reflection Mode:

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