Returning home

My husband and I recently indulged in a couple days away as a couple to celebrate our anniversary. When we partake on such expeditions (which isn’t often) we both understand the significance of the outcome. That is, the outcome upon returning home — to a house inhabited by our three sons, some official adults, some nearly so.
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Razzle-dazzle berries

You never know the lessons you might learn from something as small and unassuming as a raspberry.
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What’s in a name? So much to consider

By Jill Pertler Slices of Life It’s one of the first things new parents do after counting to make sure there are 10 fingers and 10 toes. They name the baby. Names are chosen carefully and with great attention to detail. What sort of mean nicknames could kids in the schoolyard find to taunt little Dicky with? Will a weird spelling haunt a kid for life? Does the name of choice rhyme with any...
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Keeping track of me: Walk, climb, move!

Look around; they’re everywhere. Not smartphones, but they frequently work in partnership, like Fred and Wilma but in a less caveperson style. People wear them on the wrist like people used to wear watches, which they are, but that’s just the tip of the flintstone, dear friend.
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The ’90s: A lost decade

We play a name-that-tune game in the car while listening to the radio. Whoever is first to blurt the title of a song and the name of the group or artist singing it wins. Last weekend I encountered a melody unfamiliar to me. When I fessed up to this, my husband said, “It’s a song from the 90s.”
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Late Night TV Guy pays no heed to bedtimes

For the most part, my husband is a rational and logical human being. There is an orderly and predictable pattern to his days. He showers in the morning; brushes his teeth after meals. He rises early and goes to bed at a reasonable hour. He is a reasonable man — for the most part.
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Babies: Holding a piece of heaven

You forget how tiny they are. And helpless. So utterly, completely helpless. And exhausted. And hungry. And explosive. So literally explosive.
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A summer for the books

School’s out! Summer stretches out before us like a long and indulgent novel.
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Who are the people in your neighborhood?

Mr. Rogers made the most of his neighborhood. I try to do the same — by walking the different streets in the name of “exercise.”
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Winding down at the end of the season

It’s a wrap. Another school year complete — in the books. TGIF: Thank Goodness It’s Finished. Because I am tired. It happens every year.
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