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My 7-Year-Old’s New Bedtime BFF? Google Nest Mini, Apparently.
The 7y.o. is a curious little dude, and always has been. He doesn’t just want to know how things work, but NEEDS to know- and why, too. As an equally curious sort, I get it- I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, too. I Google all.the.things., & envy today’s kids growing up with that convenience. 7 LOVES to ask questions. Lots of them. Pretty much ALL of them. And that’s ok with us, because we know that the wheels are turning & he’s working things out in that clever brain of his. But it turns out that we weren’t the only ones patiently answering his questions. (In fairness, his…
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Can I Phone A Friend?
As you probably know from prior posts, I’ve been trying to limit my iPhone usage when around my kids, a feat far easier said than done for me. But I try to keep the phone squared away in the cabinet until ideally the kids are either a- not physically present, or b- not in need of my attention, which c- NEVER REALLY HAPPENS. But in this ONE particular case, I was glad that I happened to have my phone on my person. Recently, our youngest son outgrew his crib. I say “outgrew”, because it sounds a lot better than saying he had taken to “swinging himself up and out of…
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Can You Repeat The Question?
I generally consider myself to be a well educated, intellectually curious person; at least until I had children. I’m the type that LOVES Trivial Pursuit, but can never find anyone to play with me. I gleefully shout out the answers on Jeopardy. I read books on obscure subjects and/or people. Confession: sometimes talking to my kids makes me feel genuinely…. stupid. As any parent knows, kids ask endless questions. The sheer volume alone of queries is enough to overwhelm even the most patient of parents. But it’s not just the number of questions that they ask that I find daunting. I’ll give you bedtime with #4, for example. We finish…
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Bedtime: The 5 Stages of Grief
With six kids ages ten and under, bedtime blows. Seriously. Maybe because it’s summer. Probably also because The Captain works a lot of nights, too, so I’m flying solo on the bedtime routine. As much as I adore my babies- and I truly do- after an entire day of doing the single parent thing, I’m over them. This is what happens, daily. Like this. Only more so. 1. Denial: It’ll be fine. The baby’s sleeping now, so I have time to tuck the two little girls with a story first. But maybe I even have time to <insert fun, non-kid activity here. Like sitting down.> for myself since it’s still early. Maybe I’ll have them all…
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