Jun
01
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Lorain County Moms
It’s almost here. Summer. Kids out of school, no schedules, swimming, fun in the sun, and time together. All that time together means one thing … fighting. My two children will be going at it like warring hellions approximately four hours after the last bell rings, when the sugar rush wears off from the end of school parties.
Because I work from home, the fighting doesn’t really work for me so much. (Like it works for anyone, right?) The only answer to that is the two words that will surely break the ban: summer camps.
Last year we didn’t do too many camps. They are ridiculously expensive and my husband is a stay-at-home dad so we decided to save the money. That was a bad move. He’s great at being a dad,...
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May
25
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Lorain County Moms
Two of my children are currently enrolled in private preschool. This is the third year for my daughter and the first year for my son. This also makes the first year I’ve had two children enrolled at the same time, thus doubling the expenses. We were required to pay a deposit at the beginning of the year along with an “activity fee,” and tuition is paid monthly for each child.
This was all well and good. We knew when we chose to go this route that our monthly budget would have to be adjusted to fit the cost of tuition. No problem. We did some good ol’ finagling and worked out all the numbers. We were ready. Two children. Two schools. Two tuitions.
But, then the school year started.
Suddenly...
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Mar
30
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besttech
Oh, the joys of living someplace so totally pedestrian unfriendly… Yes, my city, state and region (Tampa Bay, Fla., area) have the dubious distinction, several times over, of being one of the most dangerous places in the nation for pedestrians and cyclists.
Wanna move here? Heh. I kid. Don’t — unless you love living in your car because that’s how we roll around here. Literally.
For years I’ve dreamed of living someplace where we could get around on foot, bike or by train but the recession dashed all hopes of us relocating anytime soon. It seems we will be stuck here until we actually have some decent equity in our house since falling home prices swallowed up nearly every bit of what we thought we had.
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Feb
18
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besttech
Lots of lists are being traded around these days in e-mails and on Facebook. I’ve been intrigued reading other people’s lists of “My 25 Things About Me” and “99 Things I’ve Done,” but I’ve not yet tackled any of these “list projects.”
What I have done is devise my own “momhood” list called “What I Know About Being a Mom.” I stopped my list at an even dozen and just so you know, I hardly made a dent in describing my experience of “momhood.” The list could easily be titled “101 Things I Know About Being A Mom.” That being said, here are 12 things I know to be true about being the mom of daughters, one, two and then three:
1. Unconditional love is both a miracle and a mystery. I fell...
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Jan
22
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besttech
(MCT)
I’m the only one with a heavy supply of estrogen in my house. I trip over cars, Legos, super hero action figures, Playmobil knights, baseballs, swords and sometimes my own two feet every single day. There is no shortage of what catalogs and toy retailers have obviously labeled as “boy toys.” Do you know how hard it was to find a play kitchen that was neutral rather than feminine? Helloooo, what are we teaching our children? This ain’t the days of “Mad Men,” folks.
My son Deal is 3 now, and his favorite color is pink.
Mac Daddy and I don’t care. His favorite color will change 10 times before he hits grade school. Bird’s favorite color changes almost daily or every time he grabs...
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Dec
17
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besttech
By Illina Ewen DEEP SOUTH MOMS BLOG
I love Christmas. I love getting out the boxes of decorations from the attic. I love the story behind all our ornaments. I love the food. I love the excitement and anticipation in my boys’ every move. I love the spirit, the fellowship, the merriment. But I hate the clutter.
Bows. Bags. Wrapping paper rolls unwinding all over the place. Tape, but never where and when I need it. Shipping boxes. Damn styrofoam peanuts (shame on companies that still use that stuff!). Greeting cards and those excruciating update letters. Pine needles. Baskets of fruit. Gingerbread houses. Elves on shelves. Bounty of cookies. Homemade paper...
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Dec
02
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By Ainsley DEEP SOUTH MOMS BLOG
Growing up, my parents taught me to call adults by their last name. As a little girl, I just assumed everyone referred to adults this way, but over time I realized it might have something to do with my being raised a Yankee. When my family moved from New York to Virginia Beach, I realized that I was the only kid on the block that used such formality. All of my friends called adults by their first names (with a Mister or Miss in front of it). At first, it sounded like blasphemy when I heard my own parents being called Miss Cheryl and Mr. Bill. I never was able to bring myself to change.
Twenty years later, my husband and I were...
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Nov
12
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besttech
By Rebecca DEEP SOUTH MOMS BLOG
I’ve never been a particularly superstitious person. I believe in action and reaction, choice and consequence. A black cat crossing my path might make me sneeze, but does not evoke any fear. I’ll happily walk under a ladder and Friday the 13th is just another day. Because, you see, I’m not superstitious.
Except I kind of am. Only in the sense that I firmly believe that a mom’s luck can change by merely daring to say how fabulous things are going. A quick comment like, “You know, the kids haven’t been sick in forever! How nice for us!” will surely be followed by a stomach bug, or strep throat, or something equally disgusting. JINX! Or, say something along...
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Nov
02
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By Cassie DEEP SOUTH MOMS BLOG
As much as I hate the unwanted advice that I get from strangers in the grocery store, the thing that I hate more than anything in the world is for someone to call my baby fat.
My 4-month-old son is in the 80th percentile for his height and weight. You might say he is big for his age, he could definitely pass for an older infant. You might pinch his chubby thighs or kiss his chubby cheeks.
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Oct
14
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besttech
By MMH DEEP SOUTH MOMS BLOG
My eldest daughter Caroline rarely answers her home phone. She’s at work, she’s busy with the kids, she’s stressed, she’s up to her hips in dirty laundry, she’s stepping in mashed peas and tofu. I get it. I just leave her messages and eventually she e-mails back.
Recently when I left Caroline a phone message saying, “How are you? How are the kids? I miss you. I love you,” she responded saying, “Mom, if you used Twitter, you would know what I am doing.”
Hmm. Might Twitter be another technological advance to shrink the distance between Houston and Seattle?
Am I savvy enough to use, perhaps even enjoy using,...
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