I’ve been bragging about how good my Shaggy Boy is.
When anyone asks how we are, I shrug and tell them cheerfully that it’s easier the second time around, and that it helps when you have a baby who sleeps for five hours a stretch every night and doesn’t fuss.
In fact, just yesterday I told a [...]
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Wednesday, August 20th, 2008
To: Three-And-A-Half
From: Mrs. Chicken
Re: Recent Developments
Dear Three-And-A-Half:
As you know, we are in the process of expanding. On 08-08-08, we will be adding another person to the mix. As such, we’d like to take this time to address some concerns we have over recent developments.
Your newfound belief that you are autonomous is, for the most part, [...]
Guess who gets to go for a three-hour glucose test next Wednesday?
It was just what I’d hoped for - to sit for an additional five hours in my OB’s office just to be told what I already know - I have The Diabetis, as we call it in our house.
I failed my one-hour test today, [...]
A few months ago I learned that the president of The Poo’s cooperative preschool reads my blog.
While the moment of her revelation nearly gave me a heart attack (as several preschool-related posts ran through my mind and my life flashed before my eyes), the connection has been a good one. She even started her own [...]
When I started this blog, I used all our real names.
Over time, I started to write more and more openly about my life - and, by extension, the lives of my husband and daughter. That honestly even occasionally extended to our families of origin.
Last year I decided to use nom de plumes here in an [...]
I was knee-deep in Curious George Goes To The Library when my phone rang late yesterday afternoon.
“Hello?” I answered, not recognizing the number from the caller ID.
“Mrs. Chicken?”
“Yes, this is she.”
“This is That Mom From Preschool.”
Yup. That mom. The one that Salty Jill aptly - if a tad obscenely - called “the C word.” [...]
To the mother at preschool:
I admit I was apprehensive when you showed up the first week of school with your autistic son. I wasn’t sure that a preschool run almost entirely by parents was capable of giving your child what he needed.
Nearly a month in, I see how wrong I was. The school - and [...]