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On Becoming More of Who I am

In light of my upcoming 31st birthday, I've been thinking a lot about people and how we become the way we are. Some people know they're born for certain things and/or are certain about who they are early. I am not one of those people. Sure, I've always had quirky...

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25 Things, Revisited

I recently stumbled across one of those "write-about-yourself" memes that were going around during the years of MySpace and the first few years of Facebook. This one was from January of 2009, just four months after Oscar and I were married. Newlyweds, pre-kids, one...

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On Grief, Anger, and Letting Go

When you feel you are wronged, how long is an appropriate time to grieve/stay angry? I have a tendency to stay angry long and hard, and hold grudges. (Hey, it's one of my less-attractive qualities.) But the silver lining, I believe, about that trait is that it...

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Thoughts on Two (And a little sh!t)

Oscar and I have almost made it through one month with two kidlets (Alex will officially be a month old on Friday). The weird thing is that two children is not necessarily harder all the time. It's harder at times, but not exponentially harder. I remember reading this...

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The Story of the Kid Who Couldn’t Wait

Two and a half weeks in after bringing Alex, aka the Kid Who Couldn't Wait, home. Monday night (March 10th) Oscar and I went to Longhorn Steakhouse for dinner. (Grayson stayed with my in-laws since we had to be at the hospital so early the next morning.) I wanted my...

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Ready to Feel the Love?

For the first time ever, it is safe for me to say that I love my job. No, I'm not getting paid extra to say that. I know what you're thinking - "Nobody loves all of their job." Yes, that may be true. But I love all the scary, hairy, nonsensical parts of my job that...

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On Tiny Sizes and Milestones

I went through Grayson's clothes over the weekend to make room for the new clothes that he received for Christmas and was reminded of just HOW FAST he is growing. I sat there amidst the piles and piles of tiny socks and too-small clothes and softly cried while boxing...

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When I Grow Up, I want to be Tami Taylor

Let me preface this post by saying that when Oscar first suggested (begged) me to watch Friday Night Lights with him, I proceeded to respond in my usual girly, nose-turned-up way. "Ugh, you want me to watch a show about football? I hate football," I protested. "But...

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