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It's 5:30am.Declan: "Mama!!!!Mama!!!"Aimee: {groggily stumbling into his room} "Yesss?"Declan: {crying} "I had a baddd dreaaam!"Aimee: {scooping him up into my lap} "Oh no! Do you want to talk about it?"Declan: {still crying} "Y-y-yes... these was a monster in my room and he, he, he was…

IzzyMom had a really great post lately about Bratz dolls and projecting sexuality onto young girls. She said it all and I totally agree, so I won't go into it here. But go read her thoughts.However, coincidentally, a friend on a mommy message board just…

I know I am lucky. My husband rocks. He is hilarious, thoughtful, smart and kind.You should see my mom when we walk in the door. If she could get away with actually pushing me to the ground in her haste to get to Bryan, she…

That's what Bryan said to me, in the voice of a little gurl (see my post about his vocal affliction) when the package came last night. The package from IzzyMom containing his shiny new coffee mug (I don't drink coffee). The shiny new coffee mug…

Bryan's family has German origins. However, growing up, they were the quintessential American family. Hot dogs and apple pie. Completely homogeneous. In fact, the first time he ever had a taco, he was 18 years old.And yes, he did take Spanish classes (like we all…

I just realized that Oh The Joys, in the middle of her nomination frenzy, went a little extra crazy and put me in for Best Photography Blog in the Blogger's Choice Awards (see the new obnoxious badge under my bio). Wow! I guess I have…