Laugh and learn as this blog is a forum to share stories that will likely leave me out of “Mother of the Year” contention. The idea of “SuperMom” has been replaced by a philosophy of “real deal parenting” where a marathon mom tries to keep pace with a 5-year old providing constant on-the-job training. A great outlet for those who might not have it all, but dearly love what they have.
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For me the "joy" of cooking is a very real thing I've tried to share with 5-year old Dylan. He knows a teaspoon from a Tablespoon, gleefully tosses spices in a bowl to concoct rubs, whisks up salad dressing, and even peels a few sweet potatoes...
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Well, it hit me like a blast of air conditioning on a summer day in Texas -- I have lost all sense of focus. The realization came last week after I dropped 5-year old Dylan off at school. As usual, I'm frantic to deliver him on time and have everything...
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I'd like to think I'm an itsy-bit in control of my life, but leave it to a 5-year old to shatter that illusion. In my pre-mom days the idea of "control" was precious as a Fabergé egg. Now I fully recognize that egg has been heaved off...
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Pardon me while I scratch -- Dylan and I just returned from Missouri where the highlight and lowlight was "getting up close and personal with nature." In typical 5-year old fashion, Dylan could not wait to hike in the woods and throw rocks in...
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As a young girl, some of the best hours I spent were with my books. I loved Nancy Drew, Anne of Green Gables and Island of the Blue Dolphins , just to name a few. But these picks aren't appropriate for Dylan, my 5-year old little guy. So over time...
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