A Mother’s Dilemma

I read an interesting article this morning on parenting.com, about girls and sports. The blogger obviously has two very athletic girls who like to play sports; she bemoans the fact that society doesn’t seem to be able to reconcile beauty and unisex athleticism. Interesting, but not exactly a groundbreaking discussion. But what about this? What […]

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Sequestered with Littlest Pet Shops

Tiller loves these Littlest Pet Shop toys. (Don’t get me started on “littlest” – I have just recently gotten over it.) So, she has about a million, and today she lined them up to watch her eat lunch, or as she put it, “to see what I get.” She then ate her peanut butter and […]

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Rollie and Tiller on Valentine’s Day

Rollie and Tiller on Valentine’s Day Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl Rollie and Tiller interview on Valentine’s Day. Captures their personalities pretty well. Rollie is in a sugar coma, while Tiller is bouncing off the walls. Happy belated Valentine’s Day!

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Nobody Even Knocked Over the Baby Jesus

Tiller’s Christmas program was this morning at St. Bede’s. I, of course, ran completely late and didn’t get to drink any coffee before, during, or after the program. So, one part of me was all sad that it was Tiller’s last “little girl” Christmas program, and the other half was just holding on to a […]

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Ham Lincoln

Tiller: let’s play the guessing game . You go first. Me: okay. What are the rules? Tiller: you can say a person. Or an animal. But not a food. Me: Okay. Tiller: but it can be a person with food in their name. Like George . . . I mean, abraHAM Lincoln.

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Fairies in the Manger

The other night, Todd and Rollie left for Boy Scouts and Tiller and I were still at the dinner table talking. She was telling me how she had her feelings hurt because Vivian and Anna both got to be Mary when they played manger, and she did not get a turn. I was amazed that […]

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California Is Scary

According to Tiller. . . We were sitting around the kitchen table and somehow California came up. Tiller blurted out, “California is scary!” “What? I said. “Why is California scary? You have never even been to California!” “But there’s that hotel.” I stare blankly at her. “Hotel?” She stares at me like I am the […]

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