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Stomach Pains

doodaddy — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 22:16:26 +0000

Minor meltdown this morning, but first, let’s define terms for all you non-parents. Drop-off Playdate: E.g. crack for the stay-at-home parent. This is when you leave your kid at someone’s house, and most kids love ‘em. Fern, though, is a bit of a homebody. So when promised (in the most! excited! tone! of! voice!) a [...]

Cookie Cutter Guilt

doodaddy — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 12:24:02 +0000

Let me just start by admitting: I try to impress 4-year olds. A couple of weeks ago we hosted one of those kids who makes preschool look like graduate school. She’s well-behaved and articulate — a great little role model for my, um, independent three-year old. So of course I decided that on our first [...]

Blackalicious

doodaddy — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:29:00 +0000

Fern got this cute book on our last vacation -- Pinkalicious -- about a girl who eats too many pink cupcakes and turns, well, pink. Except she couldn't leave it at that -- Blackalicious beckoned.

Phallic Bee

doodaddy — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 11:23:39 +0000

The Blueberry woke Boo up last night with a scream that turned my blood to yogurt. It was out of character: the baby is a champion sleeper who can frequently bless us with 8- and 9-hour stretches, as long as I’ve kept up with my pentagram-inscribing and incense-burning. I must have forgotten part of the [...]

Nursery School Dropout

doodaddy — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 12:00:00 +0000

I am not a fearful parent. Apart from a recurring nightmare in which my gargantuan daughter is recruited to play for the Utah Jazz (I mean, really — jazz? In Utah?), I don’t worry about her future all that much. Things will work out as they should. But I gave myself a huge scare a [...]

Love is Being Mocked by a Two-Year Old

doodaddy — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 12:34:29 +0000

Sometimes we get distracted. There’s no shame in that. Boo was polishing off a few pretzels in the car seat yesterday. At a stoplight, I offered her the canteen with the question: “Do you want a sip of pretzel?” Beat. “I mean, water?” Not that big a deal, right? I wouldn’t have mentioned it except [...]

Crap crap crap crap. I mean, damn damn damn damn.

doodaddy — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 06:58:56 +0000

Boo drew busily on her magnetic board as Working Mom tucked her into bed tonight. This is only mild procrastination for her, mind you — she’s a champion at it. It happened that her rendition of ‘sparkly’ was unsatisfactory, and as she slid the erase magnet grumpily she announced: “Damn damn damn damn damn.” Now, [...]

Relax. You Probably Did Something Right Today.

doodaddy — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 00:52:18 +0000

A million times, I tell ya. Remember how comfortable Working Mom were with the decision to skip preschool for Boo this year? We’re at that tricky 2-and-a-half, which just seemed a little too young, and besides, since I’m fantastically lucky and get to stay home every day, I can do a lot of preschooling myself, [...]

The Evils of Sidewalk Chalk and Why I’m a Putz

doodaddy — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 12:24:49 +0000

Hm. Mondays are vulnerable days I never seem emotionally prepared to handle. No surprise then, that yesterday I was yelled at once and was a yeller once and by midday I wanted to indulge in a fetal position for an hour or three. And I’m the grownup. * * * You know that feeling when [...]

Playground Torture Devices

doodaddy — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 21:43:06 +0000

A million years after we all migrate to another planet, the only remaining mark of humanity will be our massive concrete dams, Marc Reisner once wrote. Clearly, he’d never encountered modern playground equipment. I predict that our recently reconstructed neighborhood playground will careen into the sun unscathed by the intervening billions of years. The City’s [...]