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My Reader Ate You

No, for reals. My reader ate you. All of you. Each of you. You have been eaten by my reader. So I’m gonna be switching to Bloglines now. Ten months of blogs put in a reader, gone in a glitch. Boy oh boy. So, um. Loves ya, it’s gonna take a while to get this one straightened out.

From the Archives – Laugh and the World Laughs with You

Originally posted May 17, 2007 So Monday morning I woke with the determination to find something that resembled a schedule. Alex was napping, so I went downstairs, took out smoothie ingredients from the fridge – yogurt, milk, strawberries – and from the cabinet – whey powder, flax seed, peanut butter, oatmeal. I made smoothie, I poured coffee, I made waffles (in the toaster), I poured OJ. I put everything away,.. Read More

From the Archives – Tits on a Boar Phenomena

Originally posted May 16, 2007 Had an AWESOME conversation with my sister in law today about how our husbands are these wonderful intelligent men who every few days just take a stupid pill and don?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t know what to do with the baby. Her example was Deacon asking her when Baby Deacon?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s diaper had last been changed – she said a couple of hours. He asked if it needed to be.. Read More

Short Photo Essay

Read to me Mommy. Again.   Look into my eyes.   How am I taking photos indoors again?   Lookit me! I’m a real live mommyblogger now!  

Growing towards a Goal

Okay. Funny as I typed the title I typed “Growing towards a God”. Wonder what else is on my mind. Once upon a time, I was a Recruitment Adviser for my college sorority chapter. I attended a conference organized by the international group geared towards helping chapters have more successful recruitments. There was a great workshop on “branding”. The main idea being to pick 3 words that you want to.. Read More

From the Archives – 15 Minutes Past Mother’s Day + Another Milestone

Originally posted the day after Mom’s Day, 2007 Oh yeah, Alex can projectile. He was out of sorts last night, and I wondered where he was putting all his food. Would settle him down, put him down, he?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢d wake up about the time I got the covers pulled to my chin. Went through that routine a few times, then he was settled long enough to hear that ?¢‚ǨÀúurp?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢. By the.. Read More

From the Archives – Being the Mom

Originally posted May 12, 2007 I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the Mom. I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the one with the milk on some part of my clothing. I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the one who voluntarily and automatically does the dishes. I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the one who hasn?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢t left the house without the baby. I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the one with the post delivery hormone induced acne. I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the one with the tiny baby fingernail claw marks on my neck. I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢m the one who when Alex.. Read More

Mommy uniform – summer edition

Remember when I asked you what I should buy, and you ALL had LOTS of opinions that I loved reading about because some of you liked them all, some of you hated them all, some of you loved one and others hated the same one with an equal passion? It was the DEFINITION of awesometastic. (Also, remember when I used to use punctuation and didn’t run on sentences for-ev-ah?) Today.. Read More

Another goodbye

This is one of those, “I tell you this story to get to another” kind of things. (again, this could be titled Hey look, Dawn’s talkin’ about death again!) no no… come back… come back! Okay. Here we go. I was a grandpa’s girl. From the time I was born until he died – grandpa’s girl. Which was fitting as my mom was his girl as well. His body gave.. Read More

How Many Signs Would You Like?

(alternate title: Where Dawn mentions death, yet again.) This happened in 2006, one year to the day after my Grandma died. It was one of those dates that made me go ‘huh, I remember this day last year’ – not something that I was wearing all black for and making a big deal of. (high school graduation. 1933) But ya know, I think we all hope for signs or whatev,.. Read More

From the Archives – All In

Originally posted May 8, 2007 It?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢s been a hard couple of days to live in my head. 1 am for some reason is the time some demon comes to visit. The hour of all my fears setting their teeth into me. Two nights ago those teeth took the form of remembering a story relayed by a holocaust survivor about what happened to his infant niece. (And I?¢‚Ǩ‚Ñ¢ll leave it at.. Read More