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Seasons
It’s approaching 9pm and has been pitch black for an hour at least. It’s still in the 70s, even this late. The air feels relieved after the sunny 90 degrees of the day. It’s September in the midwest. The days are hot and sticky and humid, but there are signs of fall approaching. The sounds of the first leaves rustling on the ground. Even a crispness to the cool air that smells like change. The in between never lasts long enough. And usually I don’t slow down enough to notice. But tonight, I paused. I paused and noticed the air and leaves and change around me. I breathed in the…
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Parenting in the age of know-it-all parents
I skimmed Facebook as my little one finished his first bottle of the day. He sipped the last drops, and we jolted downstairs to get the big brothers dressed, fed, and ushered to the car to get to camp and daycare. It was a stunning day – sunny and still cool in the early hours of the morning. Just the weather that makes morning traffic bearable. We breathed in the fresh morning air as we drove, music up and windows down. But despite the beauty that was all around, something had me in a mood. What, though? The kids had actually been decent this morning. I had managed to get…
