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March 2009
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Paige: March 2007 ArchivesThere were two awards ceremonies taking place in Dallas last week. They were similar in many ways. People wore their finest and hobnobbed with the somebodies. In both cases, a celebrity MC kept everyone entertained while the honorees made their way to the podium. However, the difference between the AFI and the AFP awards (other than the obvious P and I at the end of the acronym) could be found in the speeches that were given. Unli... I arrived at work to find my work space vandalized. Apparently the chip-in-the-eye incident had spread through the office resulting in a strategic, well-executed conversion of my cubicle into a Sun Chip Testing Lab. The attention to detail was impressive. Included in the stash were: 1. Protective eye wear I just got a Sun Chip in my eye. As I am writing this, my vision is blurred. I was eating a bag of Sun Chips when a tiny piece broke off and somehow defied gravity and flew upward into my eye. It was a little traumatic. It took ten minutes of rubbing, picking, and screaming before it finally was removed. It either fell out or dissolved. I hope it was the former rather than the latter. I don’t know the consequences of dissolved chips on ... Today I interviewed Toni Hooten, Camp Director for Camp El Tesoro. She convinced me that it is time to send my seven-year-old to his first summer camp. They have a 3-day option which is great for first-time campers. I also squeezed in a question about kids and homesickness and what parents can do to avoid it. Although it’s perfectly normal for most kids go through some form of homesickness, she suggested sending your kid to spend... I am considering sending my son off to his first overnight camp experience. I have really mixed feelings about this. My first camp experience was a nightmare. I remember being so homesick that I referred to it as Camp Iwannabehome. I would write my parents pathetic letters complaining about the food, the heat and my bunk mate who insisted on the bottom bunk because she still had occasional “accidents”. Still, I somehow survived it and ev...
I can hardly contain my excitement. I mean, Fort Wayne, home of the Lincoln Museum and the Allen County Fairgrounds – what could be more thrilling? My husband and I are traveling with our two children on an airplane the size of a minivan to 35 degree weather. The... I am up to my eyeballs in baseball. My oldest is seven-years-old and I am now entering into a whole new realm of “recreational” sports. There is nothing very recreational about baseball. He practices not once, not twice, but THREE times per week. When I questioned why so many practices, his very passionate coach barked, “The season starts in two weeks!” Now, I hope I am not violating any mother-of-boys code, but watching baseball ... He’s the best daddy in the world. He’s always willing to build the fort or have the water gun fight while I’m preoccupied with staying clean and staying dry. A few nights ago, he made our garage door a drive-in movie theater. The kids ate popcorn and sat on an old futon found in the garage. It was cold outside, so they enjoyed snuggling under some blankets while watching “Spy Kids”. You see, my husband understands that a litt... Parenting hurts. Now, I’m not talking about emotional pain like the first day of kindergarten or the first C – on the report card. No, what I mean is that parenting is a full-contact sport. Granted, I am the mother of two boys which may contribute to the bruises I’m left with. However, I have found, in order to join in the fun, you have to expect to get messy and to get hurt. It started early. Breast feeding was the single most pa...
In addition to being the care giver, chauffer, cook, house keeper, homework helper, nurse and monster-in-the-closet terminator, we are also burdened wi... I have to hand it to that purple dinosaur. Tonight, as I was cleaning out a bathroom closet tossing crusted toothpaste and throwing out empty cans of hairspray, my three-year-old runs in and says “He’s singing It! He’s singing It!” I drop everything and follow him into my bedroom just in time to dance to Barney singing “I Love You." As I hold him, he says “Sing it loud Mommy." We rock back and forth and hug and kiss on cue as the lyrics ... |
