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Processing and venting
My friend's husband was saying to me "Tammy, would you please try to convince my wife to wear a head scarf? I want for my daughter and her sister to wear them when they are older to keep them from going wild". This bug… -
The perils of school
My oldest son started school in December 2007. He needed speech therapy and some help with his social skills, so finally after 5 months of evaluations, a meeting, and waiting, he was able to start school. It's been gre… -
why do I bother?
My sons went to play with my friend's daughter. I was talking with my friend and trying to get my daughter to sleep. She was saying that once we moved and my husband started working, we should hire help, a nanny, a mai… -
Moving on day
Wednesday was my oldest son's Moving On day ceremony. Today is his last day of school. My sweet boy is growing up! sniff sniff In the last photo he is with the bus driver. Until today I found out the bus driver's… -
Bohemian Rhapsody baby
I took this picture of Lady L last night. She looked like a flower child with all those colors as I took her out of the sling I made for her. I wish I had a pair of pants like hers...and my blue denim overalls with t… -
Multitasking
This evening as my two older ones were taking a bath, I was feeding them dinner (leftovers--fava beans with rice and meat, dish #2, green beans with meat and onion in tomato sauce, and dish #3, boiled chicken with potato… -
Party pooper
Where is there an emoticon with a bag to put over my head? I don't like goodie bags, the ones that parents make for children's birthday parties. All the candy full of dyes and preservatives, the play doh, the little pl… -
Moving on
Today was the Moving On ceremony at my oldest son's school. Unfortunately we arrived a bit late because my husband had to do a consult in the morning at the hospital...drat those chief residents who keep him there even … -
What to say to my son's teacher/assistants/etc.
I tend to be at least somewhat eloquent when I write on my blog. Unfortunately, when it comes to writing to my son's teacher and the people who have helped him at school, I am inept. My writing style feels awkward, I d… -
Breastfeeding
My husband graduated yesterday from his second residency in internal medicine. One of the nurses that he worked with invited us and a few other people to her home for a going away party. In all, there were 2 nurses fr… -
Post partum blues, postpartum depression or just life
My mother in law left on Sunday. All of a sudden I am trying to get my two sons back into the house while carrying my daughter in a sling. Then comes bathing my sons and trying to get them into bed. In the meantime, m… -
Tears
I still struggle with the idea that happy isn't the only acceptable emotion and that crying in children does not necessarily mean that I am doing something wrong. My daughter was crying when my mom called me this aftern… -
Why Caminante?
I was a Spanish major in college. One of my favorite poems says "Caminante son tus huellas el camino y nada mas; caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar". "Caminante" is one who walks, but "Walker" doesn't sou… -
Firsts
Parenting is full of firsts and surprises, some of them pleasant and others where the anticipation of them leads to anxiety. First poops. First smiles. Rolling. Crawling. Walking. First words. First day of school.…
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