Reruns and Leftovers

Part-Time Pet

My neighbor thinks I am trying to take over his cat. And it’s partly true. I’m not trying to take it over completely. It’s not like I want the responsibility of vet bills, flea collars and a litter box. I just want to have a fling with his cat. I just want some “no strings attached” pet affection. I just want an opportunity for my son to learn that cats do not normally kill little boys. That’s all. And if lovin’ this cat is wrong, then I don’t wanna be right. Photo Temporarily Unavailable The neighbor…

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Mildly Amusing, Parenting Gone Awry, Reruns and Leftovers

The Poo Poo Driven Life Redux

This post was originally published in May of 2006. The Poo Poo Driven Life After years of extensive research, okay really just a few days, I have developed a thoughtfully considered potty training system. By “thoughtfully considered” I mean it came to me the other night while I was sipping Sangria. Actually it’s not really a sytem, but a plan. Well, actually it’s not even a plan. It’s more like a whim. A whim that I’m marketing as the “The Poo Poo Driven Life”. Since Sean began showing an increased interest in using the toilet, I…

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Family Stories, Reruns and Leftovers, Southern Living

Nothing To Complain About

After three months of freezing weather, too much cookie dough and entirely too much plenty of togetherness at the House of Antique, I am feeling the urge to complain. I am not a winter person. It seeps into my bones and settles into my soul. Like a chest cold. (Correction: Someone just mentioned that it hasn’t been three months, just three days. Sorry. My bad.) Ironically it was just this time last year I was feeling the same way. After I dislodged my nose from my navel I wrote the following post. Ode To Granny McKee…

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Antique Daddy, Reruns and Leftovers, Sometimes Sweet

Accept No Substitutes

This post was originally published in October of 2005. It explains a little bit about The Crib. Like most modern households with children, we have divvied up the child-care tasks. Antique Daddy handles the bedtime routine and I handle everything else up to that point. And I must say that he does an excellent job. With very few exceptions, bedtime is a happy and special time that both he and Sean look forward to at the end of the day. Antique Daddy was gone a few days this week, so I had to cover the bedtime…

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Reruns and Leftovers, Sometimes Tart

Of Polar Bears and Bullies

I came across a news story recently about a woman who attacked a polar bear that was threatening her child. A couple of years ago, this would have seemed completely insane. Now, attacking a polar bear to save my child seems completely reasonable. In fact, going after a pint-sized obnoxious bully at McDonalds seems reasonable. After two solid days of rain last week, I decided that Sean and I needed to get out of the house for a few hours to improve my attitude. In an act of desperation and in violation of my own principles,…

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Christmas, Reruns and Leftovers

Remember When…

I wrote this last year? No? Okay then! Enjoy! * * * The Tree It is December 3rd, 2005 in the year of our Lord, and I am kicking off the season that celebrates His birth by standing on the top step of an 8-foot-ladder, where there is a sticker that reads “Only An Idiot Would Stand Here.” And for those idiots who can’t read, this point is illustrated with a picture of a stick man falling to his death. This Norman Rockwell scene is made even more ridiculous by the fact that it’s 80 degrees…

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Reruns and Leftovers, Wivian

Back To The Archives

It’s a lovely day here in the Dallas metroplex, so Sean and I are going off to have a fun day together and leaving the computer behind. Which means that I’m going to schlufff off (I think I just made that word up) on you something from the archives. I find I do a lot of schluffing these days. But before that, there was this amusing exchange this morning: Sean: Mommy, can I drink this? (my coffee) Me: No, not until you are bigger, then yes, we will drink coffee together. Sean: Daddy don’t drink coffee…

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Faith, Reruns and Leftovers

It Takes So Little

Antique Mommy is taking the day off. Here’s something from the archives. The morning sun was harsh and blinding as we headed east. It bullied its way through my windshield and bounced around on the dashboard. It was not the gentle, renewing sun that greets me through my kitchen window every morning and baptizes me into another day of life. This sun cut through my cheap sunglasses and directly into the center of my skull like a gamma knife. This sun pushed my “GO!” button over and over like someone impatient for an elevator. Sean sat…

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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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