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Wednesday, 24 April 2013 15:01

Let kids play

This column is dedicated to all the parents who let their kids be who they are. 

Last week I boarded a plane from New York City back to Maine. I sat next to a nice young man and we began to chat. I soon learned that he was returning home to Maine from a business trip to South Carolina. I asked him what kind of work he did, to which he replied, 'I'm a traveling pastry chef.' I was intrigued.

Published in Local Business
Wednesday, 24 April 2013 12:14

Multiple personalities

There's been something going on behind the scenes of your local media. Some of you may already be aware of it, and for others this may be breaking news. It's almost a pandemic. You have probably seen one on television. You may even be reading a story by one right now. The secret is out: there are a lot of people in the media who have given birth to multiples. 

Anyone who follows my Edge Mom column may or may not be aware that my tongue-in-cheek look at life with three kids comes from having three kids at the same time. You feel pretty unique when you have multiples, but that only lasts until you find that your network of parents of multiples is actually larger than you would think. It became clear pretty quickly that there are a lot of media personalities who have been blessed with multiples or are a twin themselves.

Published in Cover Story
Wednesday, 17 April 2013 16:18

All right spring, listen up

This is an open letter to mother nature: I need you to listen to me, because I will only rail against you futiley this one time (right) stop snowing. I mean it.

That snow storm you gave us in the middle of March was one thing. We could use the sleds in that, and it was good snowman material. This 'wintery mix' crap that you're throwing at us in the middle of April is really pushing it. Cold and wet enough to make going outside a nasty challenge, but not quite nifty enough to make it fun. Even the robins I've seen look pissed off. What's a girl got to do to get some 50 degree weather?

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 20 March 2013 14:31

This, that, or the other thing

Life is filled with choices. Everyone makes them every day, some more profound than others. It seems most of the choices I get to make these days are rather mundane but still make a profound impact on day to day life.

The choice between sleeping an extra 20 minutes and showering. The choice between feeding the cats and going to the bathroom (sorry, kitties). Picking up all the toys (again) or going to bed. Getting some work done during naps or making dinner while the kids can't try to climb into the hot oven. You know, choices.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 20 March 2013 14:29

Trouble travels in three

Why is it trouble always seems to find us in threes? Is there some universal law of the cosmos that dictates tragedy should strike in triplicate? I'm quite certain Mother Earth has a good chuckle at our expense every now and again. Why am I so certain? Defense Exhibit A: last night. 

Now before you think some terrible fate has befallen me, the tale I have to tell is no worse than a sick kid, a cat's butt and a dog's ear. Hard to believe these three things have anything in common, but Fortune is a fickle-hearted fool, isn't she?

Published in Livin'
Wednesday, 13 March 2013 16:50

Time after time

Ah, daylight savings time. A time when there is just more light to be had, because we can drive home with the sun over our heads instead of sinking into the horizon. Those driving west don't have to squint quite so hard when they drive home at the end of the night, and those driving east don't get to be quite as smug with the sun behind them.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 06 March 2013 16:56

The muffin mom

I don't know exactly when I became Suzi Homemaker, but I think it was when the kids started eating something that resembles human-sized portions of food. See, when they first started eating, a portion for them was the size of an ice cube (A good-sized one, not one of those tiny ones you get at fast food restaurants). I would puree their veggies or means and pop them out as needed. And if you consider that one decent sweet potato is enough to nearly fill a tray, making dinner for the week was pretty easy.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 27 February 2013 14:47

Cleaning crew

We pick up a lot. It's a never-ending cycle of picking up. Pick up babies, pick up toys, pick up dishes, pick up more toys.

I have a former roommate from college who will confirm that I was never a neat freak (you can stop laughing, Angie, seriously). But I won't bore you with how reformed I am, though I do pick up quite often now. No, I've come to realize that I'm kind of weird when I'm picking up the kids toys. I can't just put them all in a box. Well, I can, eventually. But I have a tendency to want to solve all of the puzzles, put all the colorful cups in descending order and stack the rings properly.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 06 February 2013 15:31

Remembering that this is the easy part

No one wants to get up at three in the morning. Especially not if it's because someone is hollering that you need to hurry up and change their pants, or pick up their beloved toy they dropped, or had a bad dream. It can make you cranky.

But oddly enough, I do find myself enjoying some of the late-night comfort sessions - you know, after I stuff my crankypants in a drawer. It occurred to me that these are the easy ones. Not that raising newborns or toddlers is ever easy, but hear me out. This is the time when you can pick up your children and fix many of their ailments with hugs, kisses and soothing sounds.

Published in Edge Staff Mom
Wednesday, 30 January 2013 15:59

Fowels are funny

On the way home from school yesterday my son asked, 'Daddy, do you know what a foul is?' Jack's school is 40 minutes from home, so many of our conversations with him occur while in transit. Topics range from the color of the sky to what he and is best friend, Drew, worked on that day. Literally, he's all over the map. Yesterday, Jack was quiet, but thoughtful quiet, the kind that says, 'I'm working out the Pythagorean theorem here,' not the 'I'm just waiting for you to look away so I can pick my nose' kind.

Published in Livin'
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