tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854139303040958862012-01-08T08:30:21.101-08:00Are you a new mom? On your way to being a new mom? Struggling to keep your sanity? Join the club.Kerrie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538129698829932559noreply@blogger.comBlogger1921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185413930304095886.post-24744425034186315112012-01-06T18:29:00.000-08:002012-01-06T18:29:03.265-08:00

Day 6 of the 365 project: This morning, T Junior was stomping around and roaring. "Hey, T Junior," I said, "Can you help me clean up your mess?" He stopped. "I'm not T Junior, I'm Darf Vader!" So, for today's picture, I asked him to make his "Darth Vader face." This is what I got. The Greek yogurt on his chin completes the look.

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Well, actually it's Day 1 for me. I love the idea of documenting life with one photo a day. So, here I go: This photo from this morning is a pretty good example of my life right now: kid, puppy, mess. Yep. I wanted to get a picture of T Junior this morning, but he wouldn't let me take one. So, I said I'd take one of Ray instead and this is what I got. I actually like it. Here's my page on the

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T Junior was so excited to visit Santa this year so he could tell him what he wanted for Christmas: a football, a soccer ball and a train. (And he was so good on Christmas morning. Taking turns. Stopping to have breakfast. Picking up scraps of wrapping paper. Saying "Thank you.") I was very proud of him on the day we went to see Santa. We stood in line for an hour because Santa had to go feed

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Have you seen The Polar Express? I have seen it 100 times. And that’s a low-ball estimate. We introduced the holiday film to our son last Christmas. I remembered "The Polar Express" book and its beautiful illustrations from when my sisters were younger, but I’d never seen the movie, which is computer animated and features several characters speaking with varying intonations of Tom Hanks’s

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Don't we have enough to do during the holidays? When did that creepy Elf on the Shelf insert itself into Christmas must-do traditions in this country?  Oh, wait. Maybe I missed it in my cookie-making, picture-taking, pie-baking, light-hanging, tree-decorating, presenting-wrapping, money-spending, carol-singing, card-writing, advent-opening, party-planning, house-decorating frenzy. Okay, so I

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I haven't had a dream that I've remembered in a long time. I used to have dreams. Vivid ones. Sometimes I wished I didn't remember them. But, lately, I haven't remembered any. What do you think that means?

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Steaks sizzling Smoke swirling Hood sucking Onions popping Puppies pooping Dishwasher crashing Laundry thumping Dog jumping Puppy howling Muppets blaring Stomach gurgling Child? Silent

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I bought this big ol' teacher's desk four or five years ago. It appears to be from the '50s. It's solid wood, extra wide, and I love it. When I brought it home from the Goodwill, I made Mr. T and his friend haul it upstairs and put it in what was our office at the time. I never knew how they got it in there, just that it was a pain in the butt. Well, the office turned into the baby's room, but

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"This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy." "It's pissing me off, actually." "Well, excuuuuse us for living." Me and Mr. T love talking in movie quotes. But usually pretty random ones. (In order from above: Vacation, You've Got Mail, The Muppets Take Manhattan.) The lines just infuse themselves into our conversations. I just know that T Junior, when he grows up, will be watching some (

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Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Guess what I will not be doing this year. I will not be baking a turkey for hours. I won't be peeling apples for pie. I won't be baking. I won't be stirring. I won't be mixing. Since me and Mr. T have been married, we've essentially done something different for Turkey Day every year. We've made a tiny Thanksgiving meal for two adults and a baby, we've gone to our close

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I don't get it. What's with all the stuffed animals in my son's bed? Let's see, there's Eeyore and Pooh, then big Tigger and little Tigger, Boo Husky, Go Cougar (small), Go Cougar (big), green monkey and, last but not least, tiny boxer. T Junior's still in his crib (with no side), so it's getting a little cramped in there (big boy bed coming for Christmas). Tonight, he proudly showed me how

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I was washing T Junior's face tonight when I spied a little piece of boxer hair sticking out of his nose. Made sense as he was wrestling with Mr. T before bedtime. Side bar: Why do dads insist on riling up children and dogs before bedtime? Okay, back to the story: So I saw the hair and I made him tilt his head back so I could just grab the end of the little hair and pull it out. I can't

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Mr. T just came downstairs. He was up there playing on the Xbox. I've been downstairs writing. This was our conversation: Mr. T: What'd you do on your Saturday night? I wrote. That's nerdy. (mocking laughter) Me: What'd you do on your Saturday night? I played video games. That's geeky. (disapproving head-shaking) Mr. T: NERD! Me: GEEK!

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Remember those Denny's commercials with Nannerpus? You're welcome. So, yeah, the Nannerpus song sometimes gets stuck in my head...like whenever I see a banana. A couple of weeks ago I sang the song to T Junior, who is almost 2-1/2 and picks up stuff pretty quick. He is really good at memorizing stuff (just FYI for all you babysitters out there). Anyway, I always end the song with, "Guess

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What would it be like if there was no night? No riding off into the sunset. No stars to wish on. No “Goodnight Moon.” Monday evening got off to a late start. Normally, T Junior is stuffing handfuls of dinner into his mouth by 6:45 p.m., 7 at the latest. But sometimes plans get the hiccups. Like when you have tacos on the menu for dinner, but it turns out you only have three tortillas left…and no

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Last week, there was a giant brown moth in the living room. The biggest moth I've ever seen. Not smushable. It landed on the carpet, I got a big glass and slid a thin piece of paper underneath. Then T Junior and I went out the front door and set it free. A few days later, I forgot about the moth. T Junior (now 27 months old) did not forget, and he recapped that exciting day's events for me.

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Isn't it funny how one little letter can change the entire meaning of a word or sentence? Saturday, we went to the dog show. It's only a couple towns away, so it's a short drive, but boxers started at 8 a.m., so we ate in the car. I made T Junior a bagle with butter, and here's what I heard in the car: "Mommy, Mommy! My beagle has butter on it!" Then a few minutes later, "Mommy, Mommy! I

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I never update this blog anymore, and I feel very guilty about that. This is where I should be jotting down the things I don't want to forget about T Junior. Well, maybe not here, but in a journal, at least. I'm feeling sort of...blech...right now. It's 20 minutes after 11 at night and I can't sleep. I can't pin the reason on one thing, it's a bunch of stuff and my brain just circles around

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Yesterday, we hung out at the Enumclaw Highland Games for several hours. Of course, I brought T Junior's soccer ball. We passed, we played keep-away and he dribbled the ball around our blanket. He's getting pretty darn good at keeping control of the ball at about 26-months-old. He fell on the asphalt twice and had a nasty skinned knee about which he cried. While playing soccer in the grass, he

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We have been working on this. For a long time. When T Junior started talking before he turned one, we began insisting on "please" and "thank you." The word "daydoo" came easier, I guess, and he began saying it when reminded around age 1-1/2. And it became routine before he turned two. He doesn't need to be reminded every time anymore. But "please" was more difficult. Probably because it's not

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Happy Father's Day!

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I'm pretty excited. I really wanted to post this on Facebook, but I'm not sure it's appropriate. T Junior went poo-poo on the potty today. All by himself. Woohoo! This all started at his 2-year-old doctor visit on Monday. His doctor said we could start potty training if we wanted to; if he was interested. We've already sort of been doing this. It's not that he's been disinterested. More like

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I almost cried as I held him tonight, swaying and quietly singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star in our regular bedtime routine. How much longer will I get to do this? Happy birthday, buddy. Hope all your wishes come true.

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The day I became a mom. My mom. Mr. T's mom and her mom.

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Yesterday, T Junior’s day care provider called me at work because my 23-month-old was cussing. She wanted to know what we were doing about it so she could be consistent. “What did he say?” “He said, ‘Darn it. $hit sucks.’” I laughed and laughed and laughed. Then I composed myself. “Oh, actually, he said, ‘Darn it. Say shucks,’” I explained. I told her how this phrase came to be. “So,” I

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The first time I babysat the brothers, their mother described her 6-year-old son to me: he doesn’t speak English, he has his own language, he does his own thing, he’ll probably want to watch The Fox and the Hound over and over again and that’s okay because he knows how to rewind the VCR, sometimes he wants to give kisses and hugs, and sometimes you have to watch out because he hits. I only ever

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I wish I wasn't a mom today. Not because I don't want T Junior. Not because he's been whining all morning. Not because of the mess, the tantrums, the requests to read Clifford the Big Red Dog over and over, or to watch annoying Thomas. No, it has nothing to do with him except that he's what makes me a mom. Today I can't do it. I just can't. Every drop of patience has been sucked out of me.

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T Junior had his first real haircut a couple of weeks ago. I didn't cry. Neither did he. He did so well. T Junior's looks like such a big boy now. Almost 2!

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T Junior fell on the entry way about a week before Christmas. I didn't see it. But I heard it. SLAP. Skin smacking linoleum. Except he had on his fleece feetie pajamas, so instantly I knew he fell on his face. The next sound. Silence. Even scarier than crying. I made it across the room in about 2 seconds. His mouth was open, contorted, but no sound escaped. I sat on the floor cradling my 19

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It's called foreshadowing. So when I heard a sad, "Maaaamaaaa," over the baby monitor at 6:45 a.m., just as I was about to put on my running shoes, I should've known. T Junior typically gets up around 8:30. It was a sign. I should've planned on getting nothing done right then. But no. I just plowed through the day like everything was normal when it wasn't. The kid took a nap at 9:30 for

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Anyone know how to calm unreasonable fears in 20-month-olds? It’s causing bath issues. I know what you’re thinking: Oh no! He’s afraid of the drain! Nope. Okay, the water? No. Having his hair washed? Nope. Hates that, but he’s not afraid of it. My child is afraid of fuzz. “Puhzz,” to be exact. I wish I knew where the fear came from because then maybe I could fix it. I just know that one

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Dear Crockpot Cookbook Writers, Thank you for writing a cookbook with lots of delicious, easy, and sometimes downright strange, recipes. I appreciate that you are trying to help make my day a little less hectic. However, I DO NOT want to cook before using the crockpot. The whole point of the crockpot is so I don't have to cook. If I wanted to brown meat and saute onions, then I would just

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Congratulations! Erica is the winner of the Sally Huss Bib Giveaway! Here's what Erica said: "OK so I have been totally complaining about the rice issue here too. Audrey loves it as well and we have like 30 different bibs at this point. I had the same issue with the pockets not staying open..and then if they did catch something it gets all nasty in there...gross! So of course I had to check

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Thanks to everyone who entered my Sally Huss Bib Giveaway. A winner will be selected tomorrow. I'm gonna do it the "old-fashioned" way: write down your names on small pieces of paper and then draw one out of a hat. Mr. T will officiate. The winner will be announced shortly after that. Good luck!

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I decided. Rice is the absolute worst thing to clean up after a toddler is done eating. I used to think it was broccoli. No, it is rice. It glues itself to every surface and then quickly dries up. When you go to pick it off, it pulls everything else with it: fabric, hair, skin. But T Junior loves to eat “bice.” And I stupidly give it to him. A few nights ago, we had sticky rice and what we

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Counting! Singing! The song about avocados and beans T Junior made up after eating tacos for dinner one night. Dude!

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T Junior on Christmas morning at "Ma'amamas Howse." There are some changes in store for this site. Here are my Year 2010 Goals for the NEW & IMPROVED Sanity Department! A NEW LOOK & PURPOSE This site started out as a place for me to vent and reach out as a new mom. Now that I am 1-1/2 years into being a mother, I feel I've got it down most of the time. I sort of know what I'm doing. Sort of.

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T Junior talks a lot. No, I mean a lot. On our 12-hour trip home from grandma's house yesterday, he chatted for more than two hours straight. Here's a teeny, tiny sample: "A moon! A moon! A moon! A guck. A moon! A moon! Ma'amama's howse. Ma'amama's howse. A dight. A dight. A dight. Ma'amama's howse. No, no, Peaches! Cracka peas. Cracka peas. Daydoo!" (Translation: A moon! A moon! A moon! A

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Ask T Junior what Santa says and he'll answer. "Ho, ho, hoooo!" It's a great party trick. But get him close to a "real" Santa and he clams up. He becomes frozen. Speechless. He just stares in amazement. Or maybe it's horror. Not sure. Anyway, a couple of weekends ago, we went and had his picture taken with Santa. The garden center we went to had the cutest scene and Santa chair, but when we

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Now that T Junior is 1-1/2, we can sort of have conversations. Lots of times it goes like this: Me: T Junior, put the pillow back on the couch, please. T Junior: Wiwwow. Me: Yes, pillow. Put it back on the couch. No. On the couch. No, don't stand on it. Put it on the couch. T Junior: Couch. Me: Yes. Thank you. T Junior: Daydo. Okay, so they are still a little one-sided, but I think we

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I've been needing to get T Junior's hair cut for a while. Not that he has a ton of hair, but the sides were growing over his ears and flipping up like little whispy angel wings. And since we are going to have our family picture taken tomorrow, it had to be done today. It started off okay, even though he looks a little confused. And it quickly went downhill from there... Sorry, buddy.

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Frustated with all that pesky clean laundry that's hanging around waiting to be folded? At your wit's end trying to keep your toddler busy so you can catch up with your Twitter pals and update your Facebook staus? You need the amazing No-Fold Laundry SolutionTM! Created by an expert in parenting and procrastination, the No-Fold Laundry Solution gives you minutes upon minutes of actual free time

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"Pinkins!" T Junior points to an orange orb in the field. "Touch!" I set him down in the mud-and-squash-vine turf. He pats the pumpkin like it's a pet and smiles. Last year, we didn't do this. T Junior was only 5 months old. Life was hectic. A few days before Halloween, I took him to Fred Meyer and he rode in the cart. I sifted through the chest-high cardboard boxes filled with pumpkins the

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It starts in the morning, when I hoist my 17-month-old out of his crib. "Bed. Book. A Pooh. Ewlmo. Bees! A duck. A man." And so on. T Junior points out just about everything in his room. (In case you are wondering: "man" is "fan." He hasn't mastered using the "ffff" sound in a word yet. It's not some random dude in there.) And then it continues when we go downstairs for breakfast. "A beckfist.

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Note: This is from my post at my other blog: Mom vs. Marathon: I hurt. All over. Even at my fingertips. In fact, I didn't think I was going to be able to run today. This morning I lost my best buddy. My Jayj. My Jayjee. My Jayjers. My Bubby Boy. My Bubbers. My Bubby. My Jayjee-Boy. My AJ. He was six. You may remember he wasn't the best jogging partner. But he was the best cuddler. At least

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I just drank the swill from my dehydrated pad thai noodle soup lunch. I'm reading blogs, catching up on the lives of people I've never met when sadness comes down on me like a wet towel. I miss my little boy. I'm working three days in a row now. And, while I know T Junior's okay at day care, I'm sick with jealousy that someone else is enjoying his smile, his voice, his hugs and kisses while I'm

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We've been talking a lot about running at our house lately. I'm training for a marathon, which means T Junior is often sitting is his jogging stroller with me slugging along behind him. "We're running," I always tell him. Yesterday, Mr. T and T Junior took me to my first 10k race. There were people running everywhere, of course. And, even though my boys never saw me start or finish the race,

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...or any other kid-related item for way less than it would cost at a retail store? The 6th Annual Sunshine Mountain Christian Preschool Kids Sale -- it gets bigger every year -- that's where!What you will find: Halloween costumes, baby gear, toys, games, books, racks and racks of children's clothing (infant to juniors), maternity clothing, bikes, strollers of all sizes and for all uses, shoes,

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This particular ghost wasn't very coordinated, though. It kept running into the couch and the table, and falling down.

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"Awwww. I LOVE hugs!" I squeeze T Junior, who has his left arm around my neck and the side of his face resting on my left shoulder."Awwww," he parrots, then pulls back."Do I get a kiss?"Pressing his lips into such a thin line that they almost disappear, his eyes go dreamy and he tilts his chin forward. I give him a big, loud smackaroo and he giggles.I'm loving this. I'm eating it up. He hasn't

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She slid into the empty chair across from me at a two-person table in Panera, and quickly turned to face T Junior in his restaurant high chair."Hi, hon!" she said joyfully. "How are you? Are you having lunch? Is that a sandwich?"T Junior smiled back at her. "Nunch."The lady, who looked to be grandmother-age, laughed. "Yes, lunch!"Who IS this woman?She popped up and then down at the table next to

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The letting-go has already started. *sniff*A couple of weeks ago, I took T Junior to Southcenter mall. We were looking for birthday presents. We were unsuccessful. We were cranky. Well, I was cranky (post-Babies 'R' Us breakdown). T Junior was bored.Luckily, da-da-dum!, the mall has an elaborate play area for toddlerish children. The Germ Farm, I call it.I never let T Junior play in one those

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I can't believe it's been more than a week since my last post here. It's not for lack of material. Trust me. That's why I keep a mother's notebook, an idea I got from Writing Motherhood.Anyway, mostly, it's because I've been posting daily here.But we've also been super busy. Me and Mr. T took T Junior to the Woodland Park Zoo last weekend. It's a much bigger place that I thought. We were tired

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It's good to know that when your precious baby's crib, the one you picked out with lots of arguing love, is recalled, you can count on the big baby chain store to help you out. Because they know how hard it is on you. They know what it's like to have a child. That's their business, after all.It's good to know they've got your back when one of the lines they carry recalls cribs multiple times. "

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What is it with toddlers and evenings?The little green digital clock on the microwave switches over to 5:00 and my normally easy going and jolly one-year-old becomes a chaotic mess of emotions. He's tired, but it's too early for bed. He's hungry, but he throws the graham crackers on the floor. Then, he whines, "Curcur?"He falls. He bumps. He thumps. He cries. He squeals. He runs. He falls.Tonight

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I work part-time. Don't know if I've ever mentioned that. *wink*Sometimes, the middle of the week gets hectic and I get caught up in the schedule, which means the only places I take T Junior to are errands (i.e. Walmart or Safeway). Sometimes, we're so busy just getting through Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, we don't get time for fun kid activities. Sometimes, I have to just stop what I'm doing

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T Junior is officially walking. He hardly crawled at all today.My mom is visiting with her friend B. and this afternoon we went to Snoqualmie Falls, and then to the railway museum downtown because T Junior loves choo-choos.This is where he decided he doesn't need to hold my hand anymore. He's a big boy now and wants to do it all by himself.I won't pretend I'm not sad. In fact, I feel a little

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A while ago, I wrote a blog post about the words T Junior was saying. He's got some new ones.Actually, he's got a lot of new ones. I can't even remember them all. But, my favorite is bagpipes. What one-year-old says bagpipes? I guess one whose dada is learning to play them. Mr. T thinks it's so cool, of course, that he can say this.Other words include:Go Coo! (Go Cougs!)Menon (Melon)Ower (

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I unzip my baggy charcoal hoodie and pull off my white tank top. I lob them into the laundry basket in the master bathroom and then walk in to my closet.What should I wear?I decide on a black short-sleeve knit top with a low-scooping neckline that dresses up my trouser jeans and shows off my jewelry. I'll wear my red flats. I smooth my hair with the round bristle brush, then open my makeup

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T Junior will shout, "Go Coo!" (go Cougs) whenever he sees the WSU logo, but as soon as I try to get him to do it in front of someone else, he looks at me like I have bugs crawling out of my ears.The other day, I finally gave him the plush Washington State Cougars football that's been sitting up high in his room because whenever he would see it, he'd hollar "Go Coo!" Now it's his favorite toy. He

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Recently, T Junior invented a new game. The object is to smash as many Goldfish as you can with the bottom of your sippy cup before Mom can take it away from you. I win!Maybe I should patent it.Anyway, T Junior loves to make a mess of mealtime.When he's had enough, he drops handfuls of food over the side of his highchair. And, he says, "Uh-uh, no-no," as he does it.I'm normally not there to "

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T Junior is obsessed with eyes. He points them out.Literally.Mama, Dada and Annie the dog have all been victims of his enthusiastic optical observations. I wonder if I'll develop a twitch because I have to have my eyelid on alert at all times.But today I didn't mind having to squint and flinch as his index finger came flying at me. Today, at 14 months old, he put two words together that actually

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"Hello?" I answered breathlessly into the phone in my parents' bedroom."Is this Kerrie?" said a woman with a telemarketing voice."Yes," I answered because I was in the 8th grade and I was too dumb to just hang up."Congratulations! You won the VCR in the Baskin-Robbins drawing you entered!""Huh?""You entered a drawing and you won! A VCR!""Oh yeah! Awesome! Cool!"Maybe it was my choice of words

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I started a new blog...again. I start a lot of blogs. I'm kind of addicted to starting blogs, actually.But this one's for real. I swear. Sanity Department will still be my main blog, but I will be doing my best to update this new one daily.Yeah, that's right. Daily.

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Mr. T likes to tease me for being social. Yeah, I like to chat it up with strangers in line at Target sometimes, and sure, I'll shout an enthusiatic "hi" to any neighbor out in their front yard when T Junior and I are on a walk.Mr. T is my opposite. He's shy and tends to hold back when (and if) he meets people. Sometimes, others interpret this as rudeness, but it's just that he's not a Social

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I haven't felt like writing lately. I sometimes go through cycles.Saturday, I totally could've been blogging, but I was watching The Holiday on TBS. Yeah, that's right. A Christmas movie in the middle of July, and after I just complained about Walmart and everything.Today, I got to wondering, what was I doing last year? One look and I remembered: I was freaking out. Worried about day care and

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I close the thick paperback and set it on our maple coffee table.Mr. T is working on my laptop at the opposite end of the couch, closest to our 32-inch rear-projection TV. The room is almost dark so the computer screen spotlights his face. Behind his profile, I see that the listings on Channel 74 are rolling through. I stare straight ahead at them, but I don't notice what's on.After a few

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I don't like the way stores try to rush us through each holiday.For example, I noticed beach balls and squirt guns on the shelves at Walmart next to Valentine's Day chocolates a few months ago. Isn't that a little early? Doesn't that kind of spoil the fun of summer's arrival? Not to mention, here in Seattle, it doesn't actually feel like summer until mid-June. Yesterday, we took T Junior to get a

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Wednesday was one of those days. We all have them.Technically, it started in bed on Tuesday night.I felt Mr. T looking at me from the other side of The Kite Runner."Don't stay up too late reading."But, of course, I did. I was right in the middle of the disturbing climax. At 11:30, I closed the novel and picked up my Sudoku workbook. I needed to unwind for a bit, and when I felt sleepy, I switched

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The box fan's on 2, the wind noise is blowing, and the white wood blinds and long chocolate curtains are shuttting out most of the summer evening's stubborn sunshine.The robin's egg nursery is dimly lit by the mini lamp on the '50s teacher desk I found for 25 bucks at the Maple Valley Goodwill. It's right next to the oversized brown chair once used for nursing, now a place to read bedtime

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Amy and Christina.Their names together sound like a Nora Ephron movie, but they are my friends in real and bloggy life. We all met when we worked together at a newspaper many years ago.Today, Amy is the mom of an adorable toddler who adores his prized stuffed Piglet. She has good blog-life balance, and writes occasionally at This Life According to Amy. Christina also has an adorable toddler and a

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Face washed, I came out of our master bathroom last night ready to relax and watch a little TV with my husband. Mr. T was sitting up on the left side (his side) of our queen-sized bed, four pillows stuffed between his back and the headboard. The mint green comforter was pulled up to his waist underneath his computer, which was open and resting on his lap.He turned his head and looked up at me. "

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Words have been flying out of T Junior's mouth a lot in the past couple of weeks. He's bursting with surprises. In addition to these, he's got some new ones.Popular right now:Down. But he says it like this: "dowwwwwn" and in a very demanding voice. The intonation sounds eerily familiar to the one momma uses during bath time when telling him to, "Sit dowwwwwn, please, T Junior."New today:Cracker.

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The manicured grass is spongy between my toes, short and soft like a golf green. I can tell it's just damp enough to be comfortable to sit on and dry enough not to make an embarrassing wet mark on my tush.I breathe the sunlight in through my nose, put my hands on my hips and look at my group."Right here, good?"T Junior looks up at me from his umbrella stroller. "Dis?""Yep, this is a good spot,"

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Dis is what I have to answer about every 3.2 seconds. Luckily, a tiny pointing index finger is aimed at the object in question.T Junior: "Wa dis?"Me: "That's a car."T Junior: "Oooooo!"Cracks me up every time.I guess he's just figured out that everything has a name, and he wants to know what it is, thank you very much.Here are the ones he knows so far:Aboo (a boy or a baby)Aboon (a balloon)Abeu (a

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The past few weeks have been full. We stuffed in birthday celebrations, a garage sale and about a million doctor visits like a one-year-old does with his first piece of cake. And even though it was hectic and busy and tiring and painful, it felt great. I felt like a real mom. A good mom, even. One who has the best husband, son and friends a girl could ask for.That doesn't mean everything went

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I haven't been writing lately. Not even in my notebook.For one, there's too much sunshine right now to stay huddled in the A/C with only a laptop for warmth. Then there's my back. It hurts after sitting for long periods of time and I do enough of that at work.But remember Nancy Drew? Remember this?I often think about my book-writing dream when I should be, well, dreaming. I recently outlined a

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First day: May 27, 2008 First time meeting the dogsFirst swingin'First overalls First blessingFirst rice cereal, yo!First chilly pumpkin patchFirst Halloween (spent in the hospital)First Thanksgiving First eyebrow-raise First Christmas First kissFirst time on wobbly legs First word: buh (not really, but favorite) First fishFirst Easter First beach May 27, 2009: First Birthday

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I held a banana up to my ear in front of T Junior, who was waiting quietly in his high chair for a snack."Ring, ring!" I chuckled. "That's silly!"I got nothing. No reaction. Just a blank stare. Blink.He just doesn't get it yet, I thought, and I sat down in defeat to cut up the classic phone-shaped fruit. But then, as I was making T Junior-size bites, it hit me like ... *ahem* a ton of bunches.He

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"I want to go to the hospital NOW."Mr. T, who was kneeling at the side of our queen-sized bed, glanced at the mini yellow legal pad in his hand and then looked at me. "But, they're not close enough together."I hobbled into the bathroom in pain once again, and when I came out, I announced: "There was blood."Mr. T ran downstairs to retreive the instruction card on who to call when in labor.I

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Kate was wearing naughty shoes.Let me explain.We buy wipes at Costco and Pampers at Sam's Club. We were in need of diapers, so this day we were at the latter. And, it was unusually crowded. A thick line of people snaked in through the entrance, around a corner of orange plastic Tide bottles, and up the main aisle."What the heck?" I looked at Mr. T. "What is this? Disneyland?"He frowned. "Yeah,

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My mom came in with a stack of books six hardcovers tall.She set the small tower on the glass-topped white wicker coffee table in center of my room. "I used to like these. Thought you might want to read them."I leaned out of my matching wicker chair and snatched up a now-familiar glossy blue and yellow cover."Nancy Drew?" I snickered the way high schoolers do.She put her hands on her hips, "

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Yesterday, I felt like going for a walk after a full day of working in an office, click-clacking on the keyboard, false light stinging my eyes. I fed T Junior some string cheese before I strapped him in the jogging stroller at 5:30 for some de-stressing time. We set off along the concrete sidewalk, me taking my tiny, limpy steps and T Junior slurping the three middle fingers on his right hand.

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It's a small blogosphere out there.When I started blogging a little over a year ago, Ashley of The Veater Family Adventures was one of the first bloggy friends I made. I'd never met her, but she found Sanity Department somehow and let me know she liked reading it.I couldn't believe it. Really?We've been sharing mommy experiences through blog posts and comments ever since. Every blogger loves

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I woke up at 3:45 drenched in sweat and without Mr. T snoring at my side. I hobbled to the front window in our room and pulled a corner of the curtain to the side. No car, which meant he wasn't downstairs on the couch, either.I called him and he was still at work. Something really geeky and computerish broke and they were all still there fixing it.At 7, Michael Bolton woke me up. Not a good sign.

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We were only a couple of hours from being married.Seven years ago today.That morning, there were tuxedo pants that were short enough to be considered knickers, a flower bouquet that wasn't right, and no rosebuds to dress up the cake and table centerpieces. I'm sure there were a whole mess of other problems, but I stopped paying attention.I didn't care.In fact, it all seemed to go by in a colorful

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I've been in a lot of pain this week. I think my back relapsed. Or something.So, I took a little longer in the therapy room at the chiropractor appointment this morning.Normally, T Junior stays in his umbrella stroller behind the receptionist desk and spins the extra office chair around and around like the teacups at Disneyland. Lately, however, he cannot be contained. Monday, when I came out of

Kerrie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538129698829932559noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185413930304095886.post-20807877780930530102009-04-30T20:17:00.000-07:002009-04-30T20:55:21.120-07:00

That's me!Yeah, my Mom Logic post didn't make the cut in the Mother of All Blogger's contest. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt my ego, but it does. Just a little.The thing is, I didn't feel I haaaad to win. I simply wanted to make the top 10, just to say I did.Luckily, I had an epiphany, if you will*, so I'm not even hung up on the fact that I won't be getting a blog-over, even though the

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I don't get out much.It has been very cold from November until, well, just a few weeks ago. Now, even though it is warmer, it pours.On Monday, a black cloud crept toward our back yard from the west. It brought a short, but active storm with lightning and some of the loudest, longest explosions of thunder I've ever heard. One crash lasted long enough for me to think, "Maybe a bomb went off. Maybe

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He went for it.Almost seven years ago, we had a bagpiper play during our wedding ceremony as we entered and left Ss. Peter and Paul church on a sunny afternoon in Rocklin, Calif. Later, Nurse Dave (he had a day job) piped at our reception during our entrance into my parents back yard.Mr. T and I have known each other for about 14 years, so I can't remember when he first shared his desire to be a

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I'm just going to come out and say it.I'm jealous.I can't help it, it's my competitive nature.During the teen years, this side of me was satisfied with sports like soccer. I had the cleat-shaped bruises all over my thighs to prove it. And, me and my teammate, Kelly, had the longest two-person "wall" sit time on our team at 14 minutes! Bragging rights, baby!Then, sometimes during swim practice,

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Speechless is not a word my friends would use to describe me. Quietless is more accurate. I like to keep the conversation going.But last week, I was thrown off my game when an elderly woman asked me: "How do you feel about the world?"And so I was speechless. The only other time that happened was during a phone call with my 10-year-old nephew.Me: How are you doing?Him: Good, ma'am.Me: Did you have

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Thanks to everyone who nominated me for the Mother of All Bloggers contest! The next step is to write a blog post about My Mom Logic. So, stay "posted"! (Pun totally intended.)Meantime, here are 5 things going on at our house lately:1. Walking This Way: T Junior is popping up on his legs a lot. Lately, it seems like every time I turn around, he's standing at the sliding glass door or next to

Kerrie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538129698829932559noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185413930304095886.post-13591998764210239342009-04-18T15:24:00.000-07:002009-04-18T17:00:33.456-07:00

I don't have a lot of time.This contest is over tomorrow, April 19, at one minute to midnight.I need 10 nominations just to be entered! So, pretty please with a pair of cherry red shoes on top, go here, my profile page on momlogic, and write your nomination on my Comment Wall (it's toward the bottom of the page).Remember how I was just talking about getting a new look for this blog? Well, that's

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I'm bored.I'm tired of the way this blog looks. It's lame. I get grand ideas about how cute it could be, but then I try to accomplish them and it does NOT come out like I imagined. So, I've decided to change. I'm not sure how and I'm not sure when. But it WILL happen.I also have been feeling this way about my physical appearance lately. I'm tired of dull. It's lame.I'm tired of the same

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I have Easter let down.Relaxed and uncomplicated is good. But I wonder if ours was a little too laid back. We went Fred Meyer at 4:30 p.m. for toilet paper.This is not how I pictured my son's first Easter. Not that I had some big eggstravaganza (man, I hate it when publications do that) planned out weeks in advance. It's not like he'll remember.Maybe a few days ago, though, I was imagining the

Kerrie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538129698829932559noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185413930304095886.post-19566118547702813122009-04-11T07:25:00.000-07:002009-04-11T07:34:38.855-07:00

Easter is tomorrow. It will be T Junior's first. Do I have his Easter basket ready?No.Surely, I must have all the pieces in a bag somewhere and just need to put it together.Um. No.I must have the local Easter Egg Hunt on the calendar.Nope.Did I buy T Junior a cute little argyle sweater and tan pants for Easter mass?Sigh. No.Do I have all the ingredients for a memorable Easter feast?Definitely

Kerrie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00538129698829932559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185413930304095886.post-26253273696122646632009-04-08T19:38:00.001-07:002009-04-08T19:59:50.196-07:00

This week, I have to keep reminding myself how lucky I am.It's been a trying few days as T Junior is sick and going through a what I hope is a phase. Mr. T Googled "10-month-old" and "nap" the other day, and showed me that we aren't alone. The results were filled with words like "tantrum" and "screaming" and "won't sleep."So, tonight, I am focusing on some of the moments I AM enjoying with my

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I am looking forward to summer this year.While that might be normal for most people, it isn't for me. I am more of a fall kind of girl. Red leaves, crisp evening air, cinnamon candles, plaid, football.I grew up in northern-central California where the summer heat soared above 100 all the time. Dead weed smell hung unmoving in the heavy hot air. My stomach hurt the entire month of August. Makeup

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