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We probably shouldn’t have watched School of Rock right before bed. And maybe the marshmallows were a bad idea. But Ruthie’s fits of giggles over Jack Black’s silliness was worth every minute of delayed bedtime. And this encore presentation? Awesome. I recommend you turn the volume down or your speakers might blow. Also, stick with [...]

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At least she’s not singing about the mail man anymore. But then again, something tells me there’s more to beating the crunchy ice than chilling a lemonade.

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Ruthie: “Mom, can you sign me up for soccer?” Me: “Do you want to play because you like the game, or because you like the outfits?” Ruthie: “I like the socks and shoes.” Me: “You realize you’ll be expected to run around a lot and kick the ball.” Ruthie: “Yeah. I don’t mind.”

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The other night we took the kids to Coulon Park after dinner to ride their scooters along the lake. The goal was to wear them out spend quality time together as a family, and once Thomas stopped screaming that he wanted to go to the playground, this was accomplished. Of course Ruthie had to bring [...]

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This is what I do for work – I produce animated videos like this one. In fact, this animation for Circle Street was my first solo project, back in February. I work from home – mostly in our basement office, sometimes at the dining table, occasionally in my thinking chair. I work part time while [...]

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In life with Ruthie, every morning is a do-over. No matter how bad it was between us yesterday, today is our Memento moment – we just don’t remember. Almost every morning Ruthie wakes up around 5 or 6. Many times she’s like a bathroom light switch – ON and a little too bright. But lately [...]

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Ruthie lost another tooth this week, and I think it’s her last one. She walked around the house for a couple days with a washcloth in hand, using it to give her traction as she wiggled and pulled on that stubborn tooth. It finally came out at a friend’s house. I gave pause to this [...]

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At one point there were twenty kids shopping from Ruthie’s shell bucket. Crazy.

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We spent the afternoon at a craggy beach earlier this week, and the kids collected two buckets of white sea shells. Mostly they were broken and smooth from the waves and sand, but they were infinite in number – a true delight for the obsessed. Ruthie was focused that afternoon. While Thomas played in the [...]

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Description: Introverted mom seeking extrovert for translating communications with extroverted daughter. Common misunderstood phrases include (but are not limited to): “But I don’t want to be alone outside!” when asked to take out the recycling. “But I don’t want to be alone in my room!” when asked to get dressed. “But I don’t want to [...]

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Mail Man Mail Man do your duty Here comes a woman with an African booty This is what they’re singing on the playground these days while jumping rope. When I was a kid we sang about bubble gum and ice cream, but now it’s about getting laid by the mail man. I once got in [...]

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Giving the WordPress app another try, and attempting to post from my iPhone. I took this picture at the bus stop the other morning. Ruthie’s always had a flare for colors and patterns, and this bright combination on a sunny day made me smile. It’s small moments like these I want to rmember most.

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Ruthie, drawing a picture: “This is mom & dad.” Thomas: “When they got out of jail?” Ruthie: “Yeah. And mom is pregnant.” Wha-?

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“A fool thinks mischief is fun, but a mindful person relishes wisdom.” Proverbs 10:23. I quote this verse constantly to Ruthie because she gets a total high off pushing people’s buttons. I often catch her smirking… SMIRKING… as she’s, oh I don’t know… kicking my chair over and over at breakfast, let’s say. This morning [...]

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The creative mischief never ends at our house, and it seems I have two children destined for tattoos in their future. Some might prefer I be more concerned about this, but I just can’t seem to get worked up over a little ink. It washes off. Usually. Our Thanksgiving weekend was thankfully free of horror [...]

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