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ByHollieI’ve realized lately that I might have an obsessive relationship with Google. It’s not that I consciously think about it or use it in an obsessive way. It’s more just that I can’t really imagine my life without it. I use it almost every single day for one reason or another. And, in my role…
A letter to my third-born…
ByHollieDear Baby C, Just the other day I started thinking about all the things I need to do {but have not yet done} related to your infancy, and I realized that I need to explain to you in writing how very important you are to me and our family. Just in case you ever wonder why…
Duct tape and Dolly
ByHollieLast week the two older girls went to a morning cheer camp each day. The Toddler was most upset that she wasn’t also attending the camp, so I had to convince her we could still have fun on our own. Only her idea of fun and mine are a bit different. One morning she wanted…
Eight! How can it be?
ByHollieDear Second Grader, Today you turn eight years old. Since eight is halfway to sixteen, this means I have exactly eight more years to lobby for our state to raise the legal driving age to something more sensible… like 25. I’ve seen you behind the wheel, and I just can’t bear the thought. This past…
Picasso has nothing on us…
ByHollieOne of Santa’s surprises for the girls on Christmas morning was a much-requested, long-awaited easel (a.k.a, “a weasel”). Santa must have had a brief lapse of sanity during December because he surely knew that this gift would be a double-edged sword: a source of great delight and entertainment on one side and yet a source…
Plants and paper…
ByHollieThe other night we were playing outside when I noticed the Toddler going back and forth and in and out between the front sidewalk and the downstairs bathroom. It’s never a good sign when I hear water running where she’s concerned, but this is what I found her doing. And, she was so proud to…


