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Paige: September 2007 ArchivesI am crazy about boys in pajamas. Maybe it’s the PJ’s themselves. Spider Man, Sponge Bob, and the all time favorite, Power Rangers. Or maybe it’s because boys in pajamas still means that they’re little boys. That they haven’t graduated to boxers and they still get a kick out of tying towels round their necks, stretching their arms out, and flying from one bed to another. Or maybe it’s because pajamas mean bedtime. Bedtime for boys and b... I lost my calendar. I left it on an airplane and the twenty-five people that I contacted at the airlines cannot locate it. For the moms that are reading this, I can feel your empathy. You know how critical The Calendar is to running all things including school work, PTA meetings, baseball practice, work schedule, travel itineraries not to mention my version that also has phone numbers and other important information. Now I know that some o... It’s amazing how creative kids can be when left to their own devices. They groaned when I turned off the electronics – but I was amazed at how they were able to come up with games to entertain themselves. Having two boys, everything has to be physical and everything has the potential to be a weapon. For example, pillows (one of the few things they can throw in doors) took on magical freezing powers when striking their opponent. The ... I had been fighting it for a week. I drank gallons of orange juice and popped vitamins like candy. But these efforts only served to delay the inevitable arrival of the summer cold. I hate to admit it, but I am a wimpy sick person. This is a shameful confession and I hope I have not let any of my female friends down. Typically, the whining and the moaning and the groaning come from the male species while women muscle through sicknes... A surprise birthday party awakened my gratitude for one of life’s most precious commodities – my friends. These quotes are in celebration of you. It is my prayer that I will never lose site of the blessing of friendship – you are truly a gift from God. "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born." "My friends ar... Bedtimes at our home continue to be a challenge. But truthfully, the frustration I have around the witching hour has more to do with me and my fatigue than it does with my children and their resistance. The boys were in bed, teeth brushed, stories read, even the dog was sufficiently tucked-in for the evening. I did my nighttime ritual and finally, I mean finally, dragged myself into bed. I heard the crying and tried to ignore it.... It is bedtime. PJ’s on, teeth brushed, stories told, and finally lights out. “But wait, Mommy!” I hear from my three year old. I turn around – tired and irritated and eager to greet my bed for the evening. “What is it?” I say. Before his brother could stop him, Luke said, “We didn’t tuck in Buster…”. Our old dog, on his 13th year, lies at the foot of the bed, as he does every night. Apparently,... My oldest appeared at my bedroom door, head down, tears in his eyes, holding his 1st Grade Year Book – something he received on the first day of Second Grade. “What’s wrong?” I ask reaching out to hold him. “I’m not in any of the pictures except for the one where I am standing with the other kids from Art Class and Molly Henderson’s pony tail covers my face…” Sob, sob and catches his breath and then continues with, “Mark is... |
