Monthly Archives: September 2012
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How I met my yoga
2September 25, 2012 by whirlyjoy
For the eleven weeks that I was on bed rest until Aida emerged the barest of preemies at 37 weeks, Eenie would come to keep me company.
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In pursuit of (medicated) happiness
3September 19, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Nana once told me that raising children is all about greater heights of fear and guilt than you would ever experience otherwise.
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“Special” family dinners
2September 14, 2012 by whirlyjoy
We never set the table. We’re strictly a get-your-own-gear kind of family. So what is it about the siren call of the family dinner that still pulls me in sometimes?
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Maternal Core Meltdown danger index
1September 10, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Denial is my very favorite coping skill – and I’m pretty sure the only non-drug-based strategy available to humans that is occasionally effective.
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The genie is out of the bottle
Leave a commentSeptember 7, 2012 by whirlyjoy
I let Mimi, who is a precocious 11, start a (very private, highly aliased and protected) Facebook account last week. …
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Hollowed out
3September 6, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Aida pounced on this one-pound loaf of fresh bread when I forgot to lock it up before going upstairs to …
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It’s okay if she bites me
14September 5, 2012 by whirlyjoy
Aida turned 14 last week. This means nothing to her, as far as I know, though as with every assumption …
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