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Stitches

Waiting For Stitches with a Latex Glove Balloon

Well I’m sorry to report that yesterday baby Modette received her first stitches. Actually it was my first time getting stitches for any of my children (my husband, on the other hand, seems a bit accident prone and averages stitches about once a year). If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter you may have…

Making Peace

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Siblings fight — it’s just part of life. An annoying part, granted, especially if you’re the parent. So what’s a Supermom to do? I must admit that I’ve resorted to one of my own parents’ favorite techniques, and it actually works quite well. We call it the “Forced Hug,” but my parents called it “Loving…

Who’s the Sucker?

A few weeks back I was sorting clothes in the laundry room (approximately 4-8 steps away from the kitchen) when I “heard” silence. I quickly ran to the kitchen to find this: That’s my precious (then) almost-two-year-old son sampling suckers from the pantry. Yes, a professionally child-proofed pantry. We decided to have our entire home…

Advertising Works: Light-up Sketchers

This year Liam will wear a uniform to preschool. I’m TOTALLY disappointed. I whole-heartedly support uniforms in schools — but preschool? I’m having a hard time swallowing it. So, as any Mom would do in her shiniest of her shiny Supermom Moments, I’m carefully combing the web to find the funnest shoes, belts and anything…

Playing with Flour

Piper decided to “help” me make pizza, and while my back was turned she made quite a mess out of herself and the countertop.

Scrapbook: Playing Strange

Ever since I did my research for our Managing Memories story last year I’ve been dabbling with scrapbooking. I’m following Stacy Julian’s low-pressure approach, which basically means I scrapbook whatever pictures I want and don’t worry about the order they were taken. I find this strategy satisfying because sometimes I feel like making a page…

Unwelcome Relief

When a kid wakes up crying late at night, you might think it is a bad dream. I know I did. Shortly after we potty trained my oldest daughter, she awoke upset, in tears and completely inconsolable. I picked her up and brought her into my bed. (Big mistake.) As I snuggled and tried to…