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MotherJoggerBlogger: How Does Your Garden Grow?
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Wednesday, April 11, 2012. How Does Your Garden Grow? My five year old would make an excellent son of a farmer. Most days he beats the sunrise. And before he can rub the sleep out of his eyes he is spouting out various heavy-lifting plans for the twenty-four hours ahead of him. Can I build a canal around the house? I think the front yard needs a mote. Can we go to Africa after school and dig for stegosaurus bones? Was to start d...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: July 2011
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Friday, July 1, 2011. First day of July and we are just cruising right along with this summer. We started the week off with a visit to the OB. With kids in tow, I was grateful for the shorter wait this time, and it seems baby bump number three's growth is progressing nicely. Good growing baby,. You always have busy babies, don't you? First position. The picture is too blurry, but Beanky is on the barre beside her. I wanna go home.
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MotherJoggerBlogger: A Week In the Life
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Sunday, March 11, 2012. A Week In the Life. My motherhood rhythm has been off this week. I’ve had to break it down into smaller victories so as to not completely lose what is left of my mind. No one starved. No one remained dirty. By Thursday, just when I was quite certain I would not be able to take another sleep deprived day, I discovered the ACC basketball tournament was on. It’s March? How the heck did this happen? Baby Fore...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: Spring Break
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Wednesday, April 11, 2012. This time of year has always done something to me. When I was teaching college-aged students I would resent their blank stares in between longing glances out the windows. I would have carpal tunnel from grading giant stacks of English papers and found their lackadaisical attitudes toward their assignments particularly egregious; everyone (myself included) in desperate need of a break. I am not a teacher.
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MotherJoggerBlogger: February 2011
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Thursday, February 24, 2011. The advantage of no one taking a nap today: everyone is in their separate quarters by 7:30 with nary a complaint. Now Mark and I are going to make one last attempt at watching. If it doesn't happen, I'll be sticking that thing back in the good ole red Netflix. Envelope and sending it back. And I have a mommy's night away planned for Saturday night. I can hardly wait to watch cable, eat chinese. Event...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: April 2011
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Friday, April 15, 2011. The Difference Between a Bad Haircut and a Good One. About a week. At least, that's what my dad tells me. For Heath's sake, I hope he's right. Shortly after Stella hunkered down for her two hour afternoon snooze, I decided to take a pregnant pause and put my own dogs up, while Heath happily snipped at ribbon with his trusty green preschooler scissors. I'm making shorts for the beach. And that's how we end...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: March 2012
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Saturday, March 17, 2012. Alston and Bird Corporate Cup Half Marathon, March 10, 2012: Race Report. But I wasn’t running the 5K. I had ten more miles to go. We bantered about my favorite race topics: are we going to need these gloves and hat? Will I survive with just water station stops or should I bring this cumbersome water bottle? Did you bring your Gu Chomps? Where is my race bib? Oh my word, I left it at the, oh wait, there...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: January 2011
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Sunday, January 30, 2011. Blue Men in the Night. It's been a long time since I've spent as much time outside as we did today and not be totally and completely miserable. At one point, I swear I heard the crackling of my thawing body. (That was Sunday and 30 degrees ago.). Well, that's as far as I got last night. My attention became divided when I found myself completely absorbed in. Creating the Blue Man Group. Adjusting to the ...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: Post-Baby Running, Personal Trainers, and Fartlek Motivators
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Thursday, March 1, 2012. Post-Baby Running, Personal Trainers, and Fartlek Motivators. Baby Forest will be six months old on March 6th, and four days after that, I will run my first postpartum half marathon. Getting back into long run shape has been nothing less than a humbling roller coaster ride full of warm-heart bursting personal triumphs and boo-hoo sludge-covered, uphill trudging. I stopped undressing, grabbed the steering...
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MotherJoggerBlogger: April 2012
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An Experiment in Saving My Sanity. (And having a little fun while I do it.). Wednesday, April 11, 2012. This time of year has always done something to me. When I was teaching college-aged students I would resent their blank stares in between longing glances out the windows. I would have carpal tunnel from grading giant stacks of English papers and found their lackadaisical attitudes toward their assignments particularly egregious; everyone (myself included) in desperate need of a break. I am not a teacher.