Exiled In Toyland
Sunday, June 26, 2011

Silence might just be the new voice of parenting

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Zombified, Ittybit sat staring at the T.V. watching a pint-sized prodigy perform a song from Phantom of The Opera. The little girl, Jackie E...
Sunday, June 19, 2011

The business of childhood

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The guest room was awash in orangey-pink light. "Sunrise never ceases to amaze me," I thought to myself as I dragged my broom past...
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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Not everything gets lost in translation

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"He was a Wego man but he didn't have arms, so my mom got me a new Wego man who did have arms, but I didn't wike his hair. I to...
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Sunday, June 05, 2011

Attachment disorder in the reverse

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I push on the door. It silently protests. It doesn't want to budge. I press harder against its panels, feeling as if I'm trying to m...
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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Not much difference between an Apple and a pear tree

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Birthday breakfast made by a seven-year-old and delivered at the crack of dawn with the help of her father. Check. French toast and hot coff...
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Sunday, May 22, 2011

It's not fun unless you guess

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"Mommy! Mommy! Guess what I found!" She was gently cupping something in her dirt-ground hands. And I was afraid. I hope whatever i...
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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Mom never warned me about zombies

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Ah. Modern times. Or are they Post Modern? We're probably beyond all that at this point. Ah, yes, I checked with Wikipedia. We're st...
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Sunday, May 08, 2011

The day to celebrate hasn’t yet arrived

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Where were you when you heard commercial airline planes had crashed into the World Trade Center? Or the Pentagon? Or that that one had crash...
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Sunday, May 01, 2011

Mirror images

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"Are we there yet? When will we get there? Are we there yet? "How far have we gone? Are we there yet?" "Yes! We're ...
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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Reaching the sugar glass ceiling

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In the blink of an eye the mystery of Easter was forever mangled by the silver screen: The Easter Bunny (or E.B. as he's known in the di...
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Sunday, April 17, 2011

It's a bargain, I tell you

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I couldn't sell ice water in hell, and not because my conscience prevents me from profiting from another person's pain. In fact, I...
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Sunday, April 10, 2011

In marriage, some assembly required

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The next order of business: The purchase of a ground-based structure resembling an aviation contraption in which many children can play at d...
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Sunday, April 03, 2011

Cupcakes for dinner and other shared traits

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She couldn't keep her hands out of her hair. Or maybe she couldn't extract her hands from her hair. Her knotted, bedraggled hair. Re...
Sunday, March 27, 2011

No one really wants to rain on a parade

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Ittybit was brimming with excitement. When I got home from work she greeted me at the door holding a familiar drawing, enhanced with new and...
Sunday, March 20, 2011

Worries linger but construction paper fades

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I had imagined parents the world over have been quietly slipping their children’s artwork in with the recycling — saving only the most preci...
Sunday, March 13, 2011

All roads lead to the highway ... except the ones that lead to oatmeal

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I took a left when I should have taken a right. I was out of my element, more than an hour from home and it was dark. As I turned I'd ...
Sunday, March 06, 2011

Putting out small fires is just part of the job

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We can tell ourselves "parenting isn't a job it's a relationship" and other philosophical truths. But we all know it's...
Sunday, February 27, 2011

Mommy intuition not included

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I could see it in the doctor's eyes as he wondered what symptoms had brought us in. I was wasting his time. No fever? No sore throat? No...
Sunday, February 20, 2011

Let's pretend ... to like each other

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I wish we could all share in the true sentiment of primary school Valentines. When we are in primary school the beauty of its simplicity is ...
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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Just a little something to stuff in the suggestion box

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There is nothing more loathsome than that note home from school ... You know the one. It's sitting in your kid's bag just waiting to...
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