Mommy minute
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Where has the time gone? I began this blog after a few months taking an online class with The Momoir Project back on January 4th,2010. I used pieces that I worked on in class and I was off. I was impressed with myself that I could even start an essay. I was shy to start…
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‘Just like Daddy does’ says my 4 year old girl.
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My darling 2 year-old girl discovered candy is good! 🙂
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What does a non-crafty mom do? I stare outside my kitchen window and all I see is white. The streets are covered in the fresh snow that arrived overnight. Great. I will not be able to get the car out of the garage for errands that I need to do until the snow plow comes…
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The month was of celebrations, heartache and the true online spirit. My husband and I celebrated 18 years of marriage. The past we used to go out-of-town or a special dinner followed by a cozy evening at home. Then we became parents. Parents without a strong babysitter support. The day was filled with family time,…
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My cheeks are burning from the speed and chill on the ice. I inhale the smell of the dry air as I whip around the corner ready to try the jump again. I lift off, certain that it is a good one. I come out of it and land on both feet. Dang. I berate…
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When Your Support Group Goes Back To Work and You Are Not. What does a motherless SAHM do? After the maternity leave was over, I panicked on what I would do. The decision to stay at home was easy due to what I would take home working outside the house. So I took it day…
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My daughters are anxious and affluent in love. My daughters are boisterous and beautiful. My daughters are curious and campy. My daughters are devoted to their daddy. My daughters are energetic and exhausting (for mommy). My daughters are feisty and fun. My daughters are gorgeous and genuine. My daughters are holders of my heart. My…
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My cheeks are burning from the speed and chill on the ice. I whip around the corner ready to try the jump again. I lift off, certain that it is a good one. I come out of the jump and land on both feet. Dang. I berate myself while hearing the booming voice of my…
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My arms are wrapped around my 4-year-old cuddling her to sleep. From my big toe and the ends of the hair on my head, I am so bone tired. The room is still and dark. The only interruption is the snoring from my two-year-old only a few feet away in her bed. I don’t dare…
Danielle Christopher 