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The Kid

Two days ’til China: Stress dreams, speed-shopping and koalas

  I had a really horrible dream last night. I’m fully aware that dream-sharing is annoying, but indulge me. It’s my blog, and you’re reading it, for some reason. I dreamed that when we went to China to meet little X, he was the size of a 9-month-old baby. Which would be fine, except that he’s almost 3. And he started shrinking. It’s hard to tell timetables in dreams, but […]

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Halloween is hell

I love Halloween. LOVE IT. In the Bay Area town where I grew up, the weather was always mild so kids roamed the streets for hours, collecting candy and scaring each other. And I liked being scared. Still do. I used to stay up way past my bedtime watching “The Twilight Zone.” I watched “The Shining” over and over. I’m sure I inherited my love of horror from my dad, […]

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I have 4 baby teeth in my underwear drawer

Tuesday night, right before bed, Bini yanked out his fourth baby tooth. It had been really loose for a week, so it’s not like we didn’t know it was coming. Bini had been traveling to camp with a Ziploc bag, in case it came out during archery or fort-building. But still, Steve and I were caught unprepared. It was 11 at night and we were getting ready for bed when we […]

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The kind of mom I am

We’re in Hawaii this week, on the trip that Steve’s company gives its employees and their families every year. It’s a nice perk, and much more manageable now that Bini’s almost six and can swim like a fish. Our first trip with him was rough  — the three of us in one hotel room, coming to terms with our much-diminished freedom and trying to maintain a nap schedule. The trips […]

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Re: Student Share Night, but really, just a bunch of nonsense

Last night was “Student Share Night” at Bini’s school. In my day, we called it open house, but whatever. Bini’s teacher told him he “had” to come, and although we’d planned to, I don’t like being told what to do, which should give you an idea of what kind of student I was. Anyway, there was a frozen-yogurt social afterward (because it’s healthier than ice cream), and I volunteered to […]

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