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Pigtails.
There’s something about a little one-year-old in pigtails that melts my heart. Especially, when they’re my own little girls. I remember the first time I could pull all the tiny strands of my first born’s hair back into two little piggie’s. I was on a mission to conceal the natural mullet that her hair insisted…
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The Sled Ride
It went about as bad as it could go. Twenty degrees before the breeze coming off the lake, and all my two tots want to do is go out in play in it. Half-way through January and it finally snowed enough to cover the grass. Here we go. The morning the ‘winter storm’ made its…
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“Thank You!”
It’s my one-year-old’s favorite phrase of the week. “Dink! Dink! Thank you!” “Pee pee! Pee pee! Thank you!” “Nina! Nina! Thank you!” She doesn’t wait for me to complete her request first. No. She automatically assumes I’m going to give her what she wants within the following 10 seconds or less, thus thanking me in…
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The Remote Control

Apparently more fascinating than any toy money can buy ….it’s the remote control. In particular, my remote control. The one I grab groggily in the morning to catch the Today Show …oh, who am I kidding with my pre-parent nostalgia …the Disney Channel. Adjusting to my new normal, the morning person I’ve always been is now…
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Daddy’s Work.
What is it about ‘Daddy’s Work’ that is so fascinating to a child? I remember conjuring up images of where my Dad worked, as a kid. When I finally went there with him for his retirement send off, it looked nothing like what I’d imagined. But as a kid, you have to visualize them somewhere,…
