Joy, Makes Me Sigh

Home Again Home Again

Does anyone else find vacations exhausting, or is it just me? We just returned from spending seven days in San Francisco, our favoritest of cities. On the plus side, we got to see some dear friends, do some hiking out on Pt. Reyes (where a family of deer bounded by right in front of us), see the sights, enjoy sleeping with the windows open, walk on the beach, feel good about our mortgage and eat, eat, eat and eat some more. We were all set to move there until we found not one restaurant that understood…

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Reruns and Leftovers

Still Vacationing

Back on Thursday. Here’s another from the vault. Toddler Travel Tales, Part II In part two, of Toddler Travel Tales, it turns out the actual traveling part of our recent trip was the easy part — especially in comparison with the staying in a hotel part. To say that we “slept” in a hotel room with our son would be a gross overstatement since in the four nights we were there, no actual sleeping occurred. Here are some fun hotel facts that you may not know: The curtains at the Marriott can hold up to 25…

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Reruns and Leftovers

Vacationing

The House of Antique is on vacation for a few days. Here’s a post from a previous vacation originally published in September of last year. Toddler Travel Tales – Part I Earlier this summer, we took our first airplane trip with our toddler and it went a lot better than I expected. In spite of the discomfort and delays, more commonly called “air travel” nothing happened that involved mopping up and/or paying for the dry cleaning of a person heretofore unknown. So that was good. I was dreading taking him on the plane because I have…

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Faith, Makes Me Sigh

Noiseless and Patient

The first time I caught sight of Margie was late in the springtime. I was walking through the dining room and happened to look out the windows and there she was, just beyond the Nandinas. It was startling to look out and find someone looking back. We both stood perfectly still for a moment, pretending not to notice the other. I crept quietly to the window to get a closer look. She was beautiful and delicate like a ballerina with long thin legs. I stood there and spied on her for quite some time watching her…

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Joy, Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

September Rain

Photo Temporarily Unavailable Sunday afternoon brought a warm and gentle (and much needed) rain to North Texas. Sean and I celebrated by grabbing our umbrellas and strolling around the neighborhood, making sure to stomp in every puddle along the way. Too few are days such as these.

Antique Daddy, Mildly Amusing

The (Flash) Light of Truth

Sean cannot keep a secret. This is not new. He has been ratting me out since before he could even talk. In theory, Antique Daddy and I agree that it is not good to indulge the boy frequently with material things. In theory, we agree that he should not expect to get something every time we go to the store. But I am spineless weak woman when I find myself within ten yards of the $1 bins at Target. And at that distance, that theory seems rather silly in view of all the fun cheap stuff…

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Antique Crazy, Parenting Gone Awry

Patience

When people find out that I was nearly 44 when I had my baby, they automatically say, “Aaah! Older parents have more patience.” Like all platitudes, it’s annoying and not universally true. And I have even less patience for platitudinal people than I have for my own oppositional dawdling toddler. I have never had a tremendous amount of patience and now that I’m old and have a toddler, I have not magically become Mother Theresa as the platitudinal types would have you believe. If it is true, that older parents are more patient, then the aging…

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Makes Me Sigh, Outsmarted

The Problem Solver

Learning to share is contrary to human nature and like all toddlers Sean has to learn how to do this. And it is taking some work. For both of us. So when I was at the grocery store today, I picked up the Blue’s Clues book One for Me, One for You hoping that the idea of sharing would be more appealing to him if presented by a blue dog rather than by his perpetually squawking mother. The book gets to the point quickly. On page two, Joe pitches the concept to Blue: “Look! Mr. Salt…

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Outsmarted, Use Your Words

God Bless She Who Invented On-Line Shopping

Toddlers are very tactile people. They like to touch things. They must touch things. They can’t not touch things. Nonetheless, as a parent you strive to teach them to overcome their nature and to not touch things. It is very difficult. It requires the ability to repeat “don’t touch” about 40 billion times or until the hinges on your jaw are worn smooth. And since you yourself have probably been in a store, you know that they are filled with fantastic, wonderful, delightful, sparkly, glistening, visually delicious things that scream at you “Touch me! Go ahead!…

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Makes Me Sigh, Outsmarted

The Negotiator

This morning, as I’m standing at the kitchen sink washing up breakfast dishes, there was this exchange: Sean: Mom, can I have a popsicle? AM: No Sean, you just had breakfast. Sean: Well, then how about an ice cream bar? AM: No. You can have an ice cream bar after dinner. Sean: Mom, can I have dinner? * * * I could have said “Go play!” or “I said no!” or any number of other mom-isms. But instead, I dried my hands, went to the freezer, got out an ice cream bar and sat down on…

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