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Making the Spot Cake

The Maker’s Spot Cake

All our boys loved the Spot books when they were tiny. And with our history of all-out birthday cakes it was inevitable that one of them — in this case The Maker — should request a “Spot Cake.” Technically, it’s the cake Spot baked for his father, but that point was lost on the Maker, […]

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My Shoes Sparklez!

My Shoes Sparklez!

So November was my birthday month, all Lisa, all month, it was awesome and I highly recommend it. Especially if you can score summa these. My friend (also named Lisa, it’s kismet) had listened to me exclaim whenever I saw the elementary school girls at church with those awesome red glitter Dorothy shoes, or anything […]

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Toast to the Weekend

This morning I slept late (wow, my kids are growing up and can fix their own cereal and fight quietly!) and woke to infinite sunshine and a swooshy breeze coming in my window. The boys and I listened to tunes (I chose Rocky Horror and Justin Timberlake and they queued up Daughtry and Relient K) […]

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collectively-signed office birthday cards

collectively-signed office birthday cards

These are a common corporate challenge. You have to think of something harmless, witty, and inspirational in eight words or less. What I need is some haikus in reserve, because “Happy Birthday!” with a smiley face in the swoop of the Y just doesn’t work. I don’t want to be trite (though I usually am) […]

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And I Passed!

Seven a.m., Sunday morning. A freshly-minted seven-year-old tiptoes into my bedroom and hands me an inflated balloon the size of a basketball, whispering (so as not to wake me), “Mom? Can you tie this for me?” I wish I had a video of this moment. It was a true test of my parenting skillz.

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How getting older works

That’s How It Works

A conversation with the Maker, age six: The Maker: Has it been at least ten years since I was born? The Mom: No. It’s been six years since you were born. The Maker: Because I’m six? The Mom: Yep. (silent moment) The Maker: Ooohhhh, so THAT’S how it works. Image credit: Rainbow Raider on Flickr

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Ancient; Yea, Crumbling Into Dust

Ancient; Yea, Crumbling Into Dust

Tonight the Maker got his new basketball team jersey. He bounced out of the gym and into the car and announced: “My number is 12! One-two!” And he proudly showed off his shiny new shirt, it’s slippery netted surface glinting in the moonlight. On the ride home, he expounded on the great good fortune of […]

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