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The cutest moments sometimes happen when I'm frustrated at the end of the day.  Usually my 'baby' .. my almost 5 year old baby; so my baby likes to pull out every shred of my sanity.  Always has and always will is my guess.  It was the worst thing to put him to bed as an infant.. a 9 month old.. 2 years.. 4th birthday.. again, last night.  My baby of today likes to accomplish this by rotating the following 10 basic demands:

it's not actually bed time, release methere is an ant, a ladybug, a mouse, a bat.. release me before it kills us allread me 10 stories.  I added 10 stories to your pile while you were reading.sing me 2 songs that only I know the words to, your topic is Dinosaurs: good luckI need to sleep with the sweater you're currently wearingThe two sweaters I have in my birds nest of a bed, are not 'fresh enough' anymore.. find a new one for me I need a drink of water *then collapses as if he's dead from dehydration*I want MINIMUM ONE orange, ONE …

The Mom that says F a lot.

When your life revolves mainly around your children, and you also happen to work with children.. this becomes your motto for everything.  I only want to be the best at being my boys' Mom; I also want to be the best caregiver a little girl or boy might want in their life.  A fun, loving adult figure that guides them to the best of my ability while keeping the values of their family in mind.  Is it exhausting because there are so many kids?  Sure is!  Is it important enough work that I will never give up?  The most important work, in my mind.  Of course I never swear around my clients little people, I think the worst I've uttered is 'crap' or 'oh my god' <-- we say 'gosh'

Around my children, who so lovingly and sweetly have every one of their growing pains in front of me, tested every ounce of patience, deprived me of necessary sleep to tell me about bad dreams/ask for water/change their pj pants/ask for food/tell me I didn't check on them/have a …

Things I almost posted on Facebook

Have you ever been so angry.. like, deeply stirred anger within your genetic makeup that probably used to belong to your early ancestors who would hunt and run from dinosaurs or something; that you respond by being so unbelievably passive aggressive that it means you’re now actually just being super nice?


Dub Digital

Today I thought about putting together a little photo collage for my son Ethan, to decorate with on his 10th birthday this January the 18th.  I did one not too long ago that I was going to frame for him, but this time I'd do one picture of him on every birthday until 10.  Last year I did a string of 9 balloons that lead from his bedroom downstairs and to his presents at the table.

*the line is from a poem by e.e. cummings

But more about the photos; I have always loved creative photography as colours or scrap-paper memories of the best days.  In no way did I ever feel like I was a really great photographer.. but I have taken a lot of good photos; the good photos are always the ones that you smile thinking about while you're not even looking at them.

When Hipstamatic, and all those came out I was really psyched to use them and overuse them and be stupid with them in scrap-paper things I was doing at the time.  I'm glad I have them.  I realized very soon many of the photos I …