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Hallie is 16 months old. She has the body of a 6 month old (based on the clothes she still fits in, and her weight and height). She has the emotions of a 2 year old. Have you ever heard someone say they don't want a kitten because it grows up to be a cat? (note: I love kittens AND cats. That's not my point.) Well, I have to remind myself every day that babies don't grow up to be two year olds. (At least, they don't stay that way.) I'm going nuts here. She screams and yells when I won't let her outside to play in the thunderstorm. I'm a mean mommy, I know. She throws herself to the ground when I won't let her play in the street. Mean, mean mommy. She tries to kick at me when I won't let her bang her head on the wall. When I put her in time out for whatever reason, she just hangs out there like "whatever man, I've got this." There are some days... yeah. But, then today I put her first ponytail ever in her hair: So maybe she...

My friend Kara sent me this in an email, and I've been saving it for Mother's Day. I think this applies to all women who are doing a great work in the life of someone else. Teachers, nurses, receptionists: any woman who lets her life be lived in service to others should feel this apply to them. It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I...

Well folks, I've gotten my two minutes of fame. And now I know for SURE that I could never actually be Jessica Simpson, or Miley Cyrus. (Again, not that I want to be!) But it was excruciatingly painful to watch myself on the t.v. Luckily, Hallie was screaming in the kitchen because the clip came on while we were eating dinner (I had the volume turned up so we could hear it if it did) and Devin and I went rushing in to see the damage (that's what I was doing) and left her in her high chair. So she's screaming, and Devin has his face all up to the t.v. so he can try to hear over the screams and I'm just sitting there thinking, "I can't believe my forehead looks so shiny!" But, it was over in minutes, and they don't have video of it on their website, just a little summary of what the story was about. So, I'm sorry, I know you REALLY wanted to see it... I also learned from this experience that I could never be on a reality t.v. show. It's amusing h...

I am going to be on the news tonight. I am still not sure if I am excited, or nervous, or going to throw up, or what. It was crazy. CRAZY. All I know is I was sweating so hard, I'll die if that shows up on t.v. I think they said it would be posted on their website too, so if you want to see me in the local news, I'll get the link. WHAT?!!!

I remember thinking about what it would be like when I grew up all the time when I was little. I used to dream about the kind of life I'd have, all the things I would do, and it was so exciting to me. But I never really believed it would happen. It's one of those things that sneaked up on me, and caught me completely unawares. I remember the first time I realized that I was getting old. I learned the random fact that Jessica Simpson is only a few years older than me, and it completely bowled me over. At the time she was married to Nick, and had that show on t.v. It seemed quite obvious that the whole world thought of her as a "woman". I never watched that show, but I remember thinking, she's only a few years older than me, and look how much she's done with her life! NOT that I look up to Jessica Simpson as a role model for my life, nor do I want what she has, but she's out there, doing things in the world. I still felt like a little girl, and th...

So my friend Nicole posted on her blog that she had taken an online abridged version of the Myers Briggs Type Indicator test. Always being interested in that sort of thing myself, I took it. Then I took it again a few days later, and got the same score, so maybe there's something to this. The following is a description of my "type". I'll post it here for those that are interested, and for those that aren't, I'll spare you: it's long. I'm not sure I agree with all of it, but it is kind of fun. Apparently I am the: Rational Portrait of a Mastermind (intriguing, eh? Who knew I was a mastermind?) "All Rationals are good at planning operations, but Masterminds are head and shoulders above all the rest in contingency planning. Complex operations involve many steps or stages, one following another in a necessary progression, and Masterminds are naturally able to grasp how each one leads to the next, and to prepare alternatives for difficulties tha...