Monthly Archives: September 2012

  1. How I met my yoga


    September 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.

  2. In pursuit of (medicated) happiness


    September 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.

  3. “Special” family dinners


    September 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?

  4. Maternal Core Meltdown danger index


    September 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.

  5. The genie is out of the bottle

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    September 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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  6. Hollowed out


    September 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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  7. It’s okay if she bites me


    September 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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