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Tales from the Imperfect Playground

Throughout her stories of misplaced toys, temper tantrums, and experiences as a physical education teacher, Christine offers observations that will ring true with all mothers. In short, this book offers a virtual high five to women for the gazillion things they manage to miraculously get done.

 

What's Wrong With This Picture?

Today my nine year old son called his friend Ben on the phone.  Before dialing the number, he was bustling around the kitchen looking for props.  The first item he reached for was a baseball hat and the second was a pair of my husbands sunglasses.  Once all of his items were successfully located, I heard him chuckling in the bathroom.  Interested in what was going on, I worked my way in his direction, pushed open the door, and found a rather interesting sight peeking back.  The baseball hat was placed backwards on top of his head at eye brow level (yet, slightly cocked to the side) and the sunglasses were gently resting on the edge of his nose.  He was staring at himself in the mirror.  Arms outstretched, elbows bent, with fingers forming double peace signs pointing downward, as he voiced "Yo, I'm yaw Brotha' from anotha' motha'!!!"

You see, there are some things in life that just don't look right--nothing right about them.  A burly man driving a pink VW convertible bug or an elderly woman with a worn-out skull and cross bones tattoo on her left scapula all create rather unexpected visuals.  Yet, the sight of my blonde haired, blue eyed, baby faced child acting "all gangsta'" was enough to make me bust out loud with laughter.  It was surely quite comical.  After my uncontrolled belly laugh ended, he reached for the phone and then completed his call.  Needless to say, his friend Ben was entertained by the sound of his message but unfortunately was not privy to the priceless visual that completed the performance.

 
 
 

Read this very interesting article

The Growing Backlash Against Overparenting

 
 
 

The Warwick Public Library

Just a reminder that I will be speaking at The Warwick Public Library (R.I.) on Wednesday, November 18th at 7:00pm.  I am headed back to my roots... Laughing If you are in the area, please plan to stop in and say "Hello."  I will be reading from my new book, Mother Daze... tales from the imperfect playground and signing copies for anyone interested.  Thanks!

 
 
 

Peaceful Sunday

Last I checked, Sunday mornings spent at church are supposed to enlighten and awaken our inner thoughts of goodness.  The concept of peaceful minds and loving hearts coming together to welcome the week ahead and give thanks to the week that has just passed.  Well, my youngest daughter must not have received that e-mail.  Because at age four, she is still incapable of sitting still for a one hour service—although, how can you blame her?  This morning, after a night out of celebrating my book release, I thought it would be fun for the whole family to venture to Sunday mass.  Just getting everyone dressed and out the door on time was a tiny taste of the "fun" times to come.  Upon arrival (ten minutes late, mind you), we stood in the back corner of the church for about fifteen minutes before the wiggling began.  So off to the “Quiet Room” we went.  Shielded from the congregation by bullet-proof quality glass, we could still hear the sounds of the service piping through the speakers.  We stayed in there for about ten minutes before we made our way back to the corner where my husband stood with the other two.  Five minutes of quiet and contented calm, then the wiggles and chit-chat returned.  The next fifteen minutes were spent with me whispering things such as, “Be Quiet.”  “Stop Talking.”   “Cut it out.”  “Come here.”  “Do you want to go back in that room?”  And then finally, “I'm giving the rest of your Halloween candy away."  Regrettably, even that comment didn’t work.  The only thing that seemed to be working like a charm was the immediate rise in my own blood pressure.  I have no idea what the priest was saying and the idea of peace and goodwill for all couldn’t be farther from my thoughts—actually, the words that were dancing through my thoughts unfortunately can’t be shared on this blog.  Ah, Sunday morning peace... it seemed like a simple concept.  Smile

 
 
 
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