Tween Angst

Am I the only one sick to death of Miley Cyrus?

Feeling Better

Girlie had a double ear infection. We got her antibiotics this time, and she bounced back quickly. The doctor said he was surprised we hadn't brought her in sooner because the infection was so advanced. Yet another not-so-great parenting moment on what seems to be a quickly expanding list.

Say Cheese!

Broccoli, cauliflower and carrot puree? She can take it or leave it. Broccoli, cauliflower and carrot puree with cheese sauce? Heaven on earth.

Little Woman

Audrey had her nine-month well-baby visit today. She weighed in at a whopping fifteen pounds, twelve ounces (up from fourteen pounds, eight ounces at six months) which scores her at just below the sixth percentile. She's at the forty-ninth percentile for length and the thirty-sixth for headsize. The doctor and nurse weren't at all concerned, but I am taking matters into my own hands: She's getting cheese sauce on her vegetables tonight.

Better Than a Meatball

We were climbing from the car (the titular Subaru) after a Superbowl party and Owen said, "Mama, I love you better than a meatball."

Now if he actually ate meatballs, that would be saying something. Seriously, though, I have laughed more since Owen started talking than I did in the 32 years before. And to my readers, may you all be loved better than a meatball. It's the best feeling in the world.

Letters to the Editor

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