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Memories Captured: We’re Back!

June 10, 2013 By Alison 113 Comments

Congratulations to our five lucky linkers, Bev of Linkouture, Marta of Oh, My Marta, Missy of Literal Mom, Heather of Theta Mom and Rachel of The Tao of Poop, you’ve won a book each! Check your inboxes soon! What are memorable weekends like? They are made up of small moments. With the people you love. [...]

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Time, I’m Sorry

June 5, 2013 By Alison 106 Comments

Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.” ― Mother Teresa

Is it possible to feel like a failure twice in one day, in a matter of hours? Yes, yes it is. The first time was when I snapped at my oldest, for throwing cookies all over the clean floor. His face fell, feelings clearly hurt. As I grumpily went about vacuuming the crumbs, it struck [...]

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The Things They Do

February 25, 2013 By Alison

Pardon the low-quality picture - bad lighting

After I read Kate’s post, Friday Funnies, where she shared adorable and funny stories of her boys, I realized I haven’t really done that here, a space for memory keeping. Total fail. I want to remember all the little things the boys do, and I just know, over time (very little time), these memories will [...]

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Conversations With My Children

February 6, 2013 By Alison

Growing up, I don’t remember much about conversations with my parents, beyond talking briefly about school, my future and what we were having for dinner. We were not a talking family – at least, not from my recollection. Let me add that this is my perception, my memories – my siblings’ experiences may be very [...]

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Labels Are Bullshit

January 9, 2013 By Alison

“Tell me, who is the taller boy in this picture?” she asked, expectantly. My nearly 3-year old looked at her with his big puppy dog eyes, and stayed silent. He doesn’t know what tall or short means, I fume silently. “What is this?” she shows him a hairbrush. Another silent look. I should have taught [...]

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