1. Saturday hair

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    October 27, 2012 by whirlyjoy

    On Friday nights I shower after Aida is good and asleep, and many times go straight to bed with wet …
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  2. A Cinderella Life

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    October 23, 2012 by whirlyjoy

    Saturday began as a lovely evening. You just never know when midnight will strike…

  3. Siri and Mimi

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    October 16, 2012 by whirlyjoy

    Because Aida is my first-born, it’s easy for me to forget how naturally regular kids develop all the basic knowledge and skills they need, growing up.

  4. What’s that sign?

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    October 9, 2012 by whirlyjoy

    Most of Aida’s interactions with the world can be hard to figure out, and a huge part of my job as her mother is to try to guess what the heck is going on inside that bright but screwy brain of hers.

  5. Chaos du jour: Footwear

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    October 2, 2012 by whirlyjoy

    There’s a German proverb that says “the shoe alone knows if the stocking has holes” – but that’s only true when you manage to keep your shoes on…

  6. How I met my yoga

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    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.

  7. In pursuit of (medicated) happiness

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    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.

  8. “Special” family dinners

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    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?

  9. Maternal Core Meltdown danger index

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    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.

  10. 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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