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Paige: September 2007 Archives


Not-So-Perfect Parent: Boys and Pajamas

12:50 PM Wed, Sep 26, 2007 |
Paige

I 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...



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Lost Calendar

10:17 AM Tue, Sep 25, 2007 |
Paige

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...



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Pillow Time

10:22 AM Mon, Sep 24, 2007 |
Paige

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 ...



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Mom's Sick

1:06 PM Wed, Sep 19, 2007 |
Paige

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...



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Friends

2:03 PM Mon, Sep 17, 2007 |
Paige

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."
- Anais Nin

"My friends ar...



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Shame on Me

9:11 AM Thu, Sep 13, 2007 |
Paige

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....



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Lullaby for a Faithful Friend

11:17 AM Mon, Sep 10, 2007 |
Paige

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,...



Not-So-Perfect Parent: Year Book

10:38 AM Tue, Sep 04, 2007 |
Paige

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...