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Tuesday, January 20, 2004

But I have no clue who you are…

I’ll give you some hints, and then you’ll have to leave a comment to claim your prize:

1. You were the 10,000 visitor at 12:05:27 p.m. today.
2. You didn’t stay long, just 0:00 seconds, so I can’t say you were there for the content, but OK, you showed up and demonstrated some initiative.
3. You connect to the internet from somewhere in the vicinity of Bethlehem, PA.
4. I have the name of a network, but will not post it here--you’ll have to confirm it with me!

If no claim by end of day, I’ll move to the next IP address on the log!

Tuesday, January 20, 2004

Tidbits on the Kidbits

Never use the word “streetwalker” in front of a 5-year-old.

Me: [dressing for work] “Gil, look at me. I can get away with the boots, or the hair, but not both. I’ll look like a streetwalker!”

Logan: “Mom? You’re going to be a streetwalker??”

Me: [fuckity fuckity fuck] “Oh, hon, Mommy’s being silly. We don’t walk in the streets!”

Logan: [giggles]

Me: [congratulates self on save]

Monday, January 19, 2004

Tidbits on the Kidbits

Look at the post footer, just down there...it’s the middle of the night, and I am sitting here fixing my css. Just a small thing, but one that has been bothering me, and it’s quiet and I can’t sleep anyway.

A little while ago, my 3-year-old son started crying on and off--you know, the cry accompanied by the flopping thing: cry, flop, silence, cry, flop, silence. I went in and pulled up his covers, kissed his head, and tiptoed out again. Ten minutes later, it started again. I went back in and saw that he’d kicked the covers off. I gently pulled his sheet back up, and then the duvet, and then his quilt, tucking it around his little body and up to his neck. I laid my head down on his pillow and whispered to him.

Me: “Why are you crying, Dylan? Why are you sad?”

Dylan: “Because I want you.”

Me: “Oh, honey, I’m here.”

Dylan: “Thanks.”

He turned over and curled up, and I spooned around him and snuggled down into his neck. Moments later, he was breathing quietly, sleeping peacefully.

[sound of heart creaking]

And of course, [sound of wooden toy being kicked across room on exit]

Monday, January 19, 2004

Weblogs

That’s all...just mentioning it again. Be ready with your wish list, whoever you are....

Sunday, January 18, 2004

Family

When I agreed to become an author at DotMoms, I promised myself that I would keep posts separate and unique, but today, Marcia posted about how others sometimes view or describe new mothers, and it sent me off on a tear.

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