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DAY 13 EVENT 1 - GIRL My daughter is broken. I don’t know when it happened or how it happened or maybe she was just born this way… I’m not really sure. She loves spankings; revels in them. Soaks in their cold sting and raw delight. And yes, before we press on, I said the S-word. I…
DAY 12 EVENT 1 - BOY I sling my purse / man bag over my shoulder, snatch my pecan flavored coffee off the kitchen counter, drop my phone into my back pocket and am officially ready to head out the door for my commute to work… just one thing left to do. I head over to…
DAY 11 EVENT 1 - GIRL This morning I hear Quinn cry from the bathroom. In the living room I drop what I’m doing and begin doing that parent half walk / half sprint / half run thing when you think your child might be in horrible danger but you don’t want to set yourself into…
DAY 10 EVENT 1 - BOY For our kids’ breakfast we’ve been trying to do that whole “Eat Fruits and Vegetables and Organic Things” deal. Yes, sometimes it’s obnoxious and sometimes it’s difficult and sometimes I DO just want to throw Lucky Charms down in front of them and yes, sometimes I actually DO just throw Lucky Charms down…
DAY 9 EVENT 1 - BOY My son has a habit of pointing at me and saying, “Mama”. He also has a habit of pointing at his sister and saying, “Rory”. I wonder what Freud would say about this. Being Saturday, I was home when they got up from their afternoon naps. Rory again, for the…