Exiled In Toyland
Sunday, November 30, 2008

An Ittybity Gift Guide

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If you spent Black Friday as I did — hunkered down over my computer screen, wishing the fairies of consumerism would just kill me already an...
Sunday, November 23, 2008

Twitter may really be for the birds

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I was probably knee-deep in laundry or inspecting the insides of my eyelids last weekend when the social-networking site known as Twitter ex...
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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Living in another city of brotherly love

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Ittybit loves her brother. Sometimes she loves him a little too much. Sometimes I have to exile her to her room for a little while so she ca...
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Sunday, November 09, 2008

Of politics and preschool

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Ittybit didn't like our selection at the polls. She didn't want to vote for "Rock the Bama" on Election Day. And just know...
Sunday, November 02, 2008

Ittybit's visiting pen pal parcel post

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Ittybit was pleased with herself. More accurately, she was pleased with the paper doll her teacher at the Marilla Cuthebert Academy for Unsp...
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Sunday, October 26, 2008

Not your average chilling goat story

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I didn’t really want to go into the “petting zoo” at the apple orchard. It never even occurred to me that I might have to despite the fact t...
Sunday, October 19, 2008

Llama Llama wedding mama

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My right hand was hurting. I could feel the uncomfortable pull of muscle in the meat of the palm along its outer edge. I started to worry a ...
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Sunday, October 12, 2008

Covert redemption: Escaping - one toy at a time

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Sometimes I feel like Andy Dufresne from the movie Shawshank Redemption, only without the dank prison walls or the murder conviction. I cert...
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Sunday, October 05, 2008

His bark is not worse than his bite

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I just don’t understand the adage, ‘his bark is worse than his bite.’ Now I know the aphorism is meant to convey the idea that the proverbia...
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Sunday, September 28, 2008

Goodbye Kitty

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As soon as I stepped from the car I could hear the hysterics. The sounds of screaming, crying and carrying on were tumbling down the stairs ...
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Sunday, September 21, 2008

I'm not ignoring you ... or am I?

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If you happen to call out to me on the street and I don’t answer please know it’s not my intention to ignore you. It is much more likely tha...
Sunday, September 14, 2008

Back to school just another lesson for mom

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She wants to be a veterinarian. That's what Ittybit told me in the car that morning as we drove her brother to the babysitter's hous...
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Sunday, September 07, 2008

Family Bed: Babies aren't sleeping with the enemy

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He handed me the bib. It read: “Babies Sleep Safest Alone.” I took it, thanked him, and used the blue-fringed bit of cloth to clean the toil...
Sunday, August 31, 2008

Signs of the time: Now where did my baby go?

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All of a sudden my baby disappeared. Yesterday he was comfortably nestled in my arms, happy to see the world from the safety of my embrace, ...
Sunday, August 24, 2008

Burning the candlestick at both ends

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On a particularly sullen-looking day during our recent vacation in Maine I had a bright idea. What? I get bright ideas sometimes, don’t laug...
Sunday, August 17, 2008

Thinking about divorce

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“I’ve been thinking about divorce a lot lately.” I could see the statement’s effect when my friend’s smile fell right off her face. “No. No....
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Sunday, August 10, 2008

Reaching inside for answers to worries on the surface

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The day had been ordinary, we all had our work cut out for us: employment responsibilities for the adults, play for the children. Nothing wa...
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Sunday, August 03, 2008

Two chairs, no waiting at the DIY clip shop

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See if this sounds familiar: Parents are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, doing whatever it is parents do when their kids are quietly ...
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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Don't read this ... it's probably wrong

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Raising children offers nothing but lessons in failure. I had no idea how many times I could be wrong in a single day until I became a pare...
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Sunday, July 20, 2008

Dancing into mommy time

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“Did you see me? Did you see me, ma?” I wasn’t looking. “No, darn it! I missed it! Can you do it again?” “Oh, Ok,” she says with the same di...
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