Monthly Archives: September 2005

Why in the world would an intelligent, fairly put-together woman like me fall for the marketing ploys of U.S. advertisers telling me I’m so much less than acceptable? I’m usually quite o.k. about my self-image until it happens… (and frankly … Continue reading →

It took him 30 seconds… 45 tops. The Two-Year-Old out-did himself this morning. During the time it took me to refill my coffee cup and stick it in the microwave for 30 seconds, he managed to locate, uncover, and work … Continue reading →

My parents are coming tomorrow. Not for a visit, though… they are coming for good. In the last several months since they made the decision to move permanently to Fargo, I have found myself in the position of answering the … Continue reading →

Today was a "No Tolerance Day". For about 363 days a year, I manage to find tolerance for almost everything. Here’s a very short list: – open boxes of cereal half-eaten and clevery hidden under the couch cushions. – a … Continue reading →

I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I don’t think I’m ovulating. I swear it was the cool breeze that made me do it. I am on a MAJOR eating rampage. I think my body senses cold weather a’ comin’ … Continue reading →

Before I get started… cheers to those of you who commented on the spanking and tantrum posts. I appreciate the discussion. If anyone would like to discuss any other particular parenting issue, please let me know. Hey, I’m open to … Continue reading →

I was spanked on occasion by my parents. I don’t know if a good "heart-to-heart" discussion about why little girls shouldn’t pull their pants down for the little boy next door would’ve impressed me as much as my sore bottom … Continue reading →

My house is silent with the exception of the hum of the air conditioner. I don’t think I know the last time this has happened. Maybe never? My husband has taken the three older children to a movie and the … Continue reading →

My thoughts and attention have revolved around the parents and children affected by Hurricane Katrina. So many images of mothers and fathers holding tiny infants, toddlers and children looking completely bewildered, and worn… My prayer each night for my own … Continue reading →