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‎[Talking to myself in the car, having one of those moments where you briefly forget the child is in the back seat...]ME: "Sigh. I'm so cranky and pissy..."KAI: "Why are you so cranky...(thinks for a moment on the repercussions vs. sheer fun of repeating the second word) and pissy?"ME: "Oh. Uh, because I've got a lot of work to do and I'm not working fast enough. I'm just a little stressed about

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OMG! Talk about good intentions going horribly awry! I’m pretty regimented about Kai’s school work. His school doesn’t give homework to the kids, but I believe that aptitude is only part of the formula for academic (and life) success. Discipline, repetition, creative process, and good self-esteem make up most of it. You can have a brilliant kid, but they’ll fail without the discipline or

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March 26 from 8:30 to 9:30 p.m. local time

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It was one of those moments where we both received a life lesson in the "right thing" to do.Kai had $8.00 in allowance money in his piggy bank and was determined Sunday to buy an action figure. I suggested to him that if he saved another week he could afford the transformer he was coveting, but he had suddenly gotten to a place where he simply had to spend his money for the sake of shopping.

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The New York Times - Breaking News, World News & Multimedia

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KAI: "Mom! Mom! I'm soooo full! There's no more room in my belly so I'm done with breakfast, OK? Can I have some candy now?"ME: (thinks to self) "Boy needs a better strategy..."KAI: Sticks his stomach out and makes me bang it like a drum to prove his point.ME: "If your stomach is soooo full .. how is there room for candy?"KAI: Goes off to try to think how to dig himself out and put logic to his

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I was on a late conference call at about 6:00 pm Thursday evening. I tend to work till bout 9:00 pm, but I don't have calls at around 5:00 or 6:00 too often because it's dinner time. Anyway, I rescheduled this call for after 5:00 because I had a back to back day and it was the only time I could fit it in. It had to happen that day because we were reviewing the quarterly business letter that was

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ME: reading a very funny quote from a personals ad, "If I could be anywhere right now... How about gazing into the eyes of a beautiful soul....somewhere, anywhere. ...or saluting reverently, as I watch an elephant sit on the president." Laugh out very BIG and LOUD after a long silenceKAI: playing in the hall quietly right outside my door, jumps out of his skin and yells, "MOM! You scared the life

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FULL TRANSCRIPT: Sen. Barack Obama's Victory SpeechSen. Barack Obama Delivers Victory Speech from Grant Park in ChicagoNov. 4, 2008 Full remarks as prepared for delivery and provided by the campaign of Sen. Barack Obama on Nov. 4, 2008, at Grant Park in Chicago, IL. Hello, Chicago.If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still

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I want to congratulate Senator Clinton on a hard-fought victory here in New Hampshire. A few weeks ago, no one imagined that we'd have accomplished what we did here tonight. For most of this campaign, we were far behind, and we always knew our climb would be steep. But in record numbers, you came out and spoke up for change. And with your voices and your votes, you made it clear that at this

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I'm watching Keith Olbermann on MSNBC and they open with the polls.KAI: Look Mama! Barack Obama has more votes than John McCain!ME: (stunned) Do you know what that means baby?KAI: Yes. It means he's going to be the next President. Mama. We need to vote.ME: We'll vote on Tuesday baby. You can vote with me, OK?KAI: OK. Then we can vote for the very important manME: Who is that sweetie?

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Kai marched in the bathroom this morning while I was doing my business and began to study me.KAI: "Mama, can you aim?"ME: "No sweetie, my wee wee isn't big enough to aim."KAI: "That's right, boys have big wee wees, girls have little wee wees"ME: "That's right honey"KAI: "But you can still aim"ME: "No sweetheart, that's why girls go potty sitting down"KAI: "Sure you can! Some girls go tee tee

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My dog Camille passed today at noon. She had become very ill and, while I was hoping to have the vet euthanize her in our home Monday, she took a turn for the worst last night and I felt waiting would simply force her to suffer over the weekend. I took her to the vet this morning and was with her through it. She was content and at peace when they put her down.Camille was my first, or practice

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Kai has been watching Project Runway with me for 3 seasons now. For the past 2 seasons he's called the winner. Yes folks. At the age of 2, my boy had a true sense of style :^)Anyway, Wednesday nights during Project Runway season have now become "Party in Mama's Bed Night". It has become sacrilege to make him go to sleep before Runway is over. Thank goodness they bumped the time up to 9:00 as

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This actually got me all teary for some silly reason...

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A while ago I bought Kai an ant farm and an insect "house". Both were really cheap and came with a mail away form to get the respective bugs for the houses but I figured we'd just catch stuff which was a failure, so finally I got around to sending away for his bugs. What started out as us getting caterpillars to turn in to butterflies rapidly descended in to praying mantis hell when we went to

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So the fact that I'm posting this for the world to view does seem rather horrendous of me, BUT, you need to know the back story. This was NOT Kai's first rollercoaster ride. This was in fact the SECOND time he was on this rollercoaster that day. The first time he held his breath. Then he wanted to go on again after discussing it at length with us all day. He decided that if he screamed the

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As I'm getting Kai dressed tonight he reaches down, grabs his scrotum, and asks, "Mama, what is this nut in my wee wee?"I responded, "That's called your scrotum. It's where all your seeds for making babies are when you grow in to a man."Kai started jumping up and down yelling with excitement. "Yay! So I can make babies?!""Well," I said, "Men have seeds and mamas have eggs. You need to mix the

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Kai had a pretty normal day on Thursday. I was working from home, spent most of my morning on the phone, Kai watched TV, played, ate, etc. At 2:30 we went out for lunch. He was complaining a bit that his stomach was upset, but he hadn't eaten much, so once he'd had a slice of pizza he was fine and I didn't think anything of it.Afterwards he went to his karate class. During class he said again

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Kai thought he had saved a fortune. He had $10. He's been doing his chores around the house so well, hanging up his coat and hat, putting away his shoes, cleaning the living room when it gets too messy with his toys, feeding all the fish, etc. He's been counting and counting all his money for weeks and wanted to go to the toy store to buy a toy with his small fortune. sigh. This is another one

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I now have to address Kai as Spider Man or he's refusing to do anything. Not kidding.ME: "Kai, go brush your teeth."KAI: "I'm not Kai, I'm Spider Man."ME: "OK. Fine then, go brush your teeth."KAI: "Spider Man."ME: "Are you kidding?"KAI: "Spider Man!"ME: "Sigh...[breathe a few breaths, then]...Spider Man, please go brush your teeth."KAI: "OK Mom"

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This weekend Kai decided would be a Lord of the Rings event. I own the special extended edition of all 3 movies, so getting through the entire trilogy is over a 12 hour experience. The first time Kai watched the trilogy, or part of it, we were in San Francisco while I was out there on business. We had rented a room with 2 Queen sized bed, and Kai was in heaven staying up in his own big bed and

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So everyone is going to yell at me for letting Kai watch the movie Gremlins (1 & 2), but let me preface it with the fact that his all time favorite movie scene that he makes me let him watch over and over again is the dragon scene from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, so with that as a baseline for his fear factor, I personally thought that he'd find the Gremlins movies funny as hell. I mean

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I'm so excited I'm about to burst! Tonight at bed time Kai and I did our usual, but when it came time to read books he immediately grabbed this one baby book that he's had since he first began learning colors. It's about 5 different colored caterpillars turning in to butterflies. It's rhymey, got sparkly pictures, and raised velvet 3D caterpillars in it. You know the kind. Just right for 1

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We went to staples today and got supplies to make flash cards (along with 2 new gold fish, a beta fish, and of course 4 new plants to make a forest for the fish. Kai set up his old fish tank in his room and got a pirate treasure thingy to go in the tank. he now has a fish tank with 2 goldfish and 4 new plants surrounding it on his desk since we moved his computer in to my office ;^) Tomorrow

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So Kai is starting to read and I'm looking for day to day ways to integrate learning techniques in to life rather than have sit down sessions to teach him. Supposedly I learned how to read at his age (actually a bit younger), and my memory of it was playing with my sister and a Montessori reading kit that my mother bought. It had flash cards and all sorts of games in it that were geared towards

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As I've said in the past, sleep is an issue for me. So much so that my great desire for a second child is probably never going to happen because of my fear of sleep deprivation. I was trying a few weeks ago to explain it to a friend. I need about 2 hours to wind down before my body can sleep, and once asleep, if I wake, the process begins again. That would be fine if I rarely woke at night,

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OK. Through out my dating life I've always had that initial, "Ewwww" if ever I saw a guy in tighty whiteys. I mean come on! What are they about? I could not for the life of me comprehend why a man would wear such horrendously unsexy repellant underpants, and shiver when the bleating response came back at me, "but they're comfortable!"I have now fallen in love with the image of a scampering

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I just got Kai in to bed, his own bed, at a reasonable hour, for the first time in over a week. Probably closer to 3 weeks to be honest. While we've been sick he's found his way back to my bed. I even reinstalled the bed rail on "his" side of the bed after he almost threw himself off the bed in a fevered delusion the other night.I'm getting off track.Now that he's sick and I'm not, he's

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Kai thinks this is funny as hell.

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My child came home today, put on the TV, and discovered Football! FOOTBALL OF ALL THINGS!He sat there enthralled yelling, "Mama, that man caught the ball and the other man jumped on him and knocked him down! This is so cool!"I am happily unwed because of just this reason and I now have a 3 year old cro-mag who wouldn't give up the TV remote.

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We've got one wily monster over here! He must have known that Mama doesn't allow candy. When Kai woke up this morning the box was closed again, but this time when he opened it there was a note in it with "KAI" inside a heart...AND...3 BIG, juicy, gummy bugs! Oh my goodness! At 6:00 this morning Kai came running in to my room, box in hand, yelling, "Mama! Mama! The monster was here!" When he

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So tonight the monster trap has Swiss cheese and a chocolate truffle. Kai decided that we needed to give the monster the truffle because he feels bad that the monster is scared of him. Sigh. My sister made some great suggestions about how to make this fun again so I'm going to try it. He was so exhausted tonight. Fell asleep on his own. His sleep patterns have been totally haywire the past 2

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Oh no!Kai woke up at 5:00 this morning and climbed in to bed with me. He'd forgotten about the monster trap so when I asked him about it he got the flash light and went to go look. The box was closed. He got a little scared :( I opened the box. When he saw that it was empty, no cheese, no monster, he almost started crying! He was devastated that the monster came, ate his cheese, and never woke

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So after reading the book The Monster Trap for the billionth time tonight, Kai decided he wanted to catch a monster. Since we KNOW that monsters LOVE stinky things, we got a box and put a big slab of Swiss cheese in it. We put the box on his computer desk across from his bed (and may I say it stank! I could smell it from my room and the dog was doing everything in her power to get it). Kai then

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Click To Play

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As he always does like clockwork every morning, Kai climbed in to bed yesterday at 6:00 A.M. and attached himself to me to nurse. Having limited defenses at this early hour. (being a raving insomniac), I have as yet to figure out how to wean him in the mornings and instead roll over to snuggle him while I try to sleep through the intrusion.This morning however, about 5 minutes in to nursing, Kai

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It would seem that in light of recent events, specifically being that of potty training, Kai has decided that there are other benefits that should go along with his new "Big Boy" status.The day after he slept through the night without a pull-up on, Kai addressed me very seriously and said, "Mama. I'm a big boy now. Now I can drive the car."I'm still working my way out of this conversation however

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On the heels of a week long zealous series of discussions amongst all my mom friends, (single and married alike) about potty training (as all of our kids are nearing 3, the age where the world tells us our kids had better be potty trained or else we're somehow deficient mommies), Kai just up and decided to potty train himself completely. I had nothing to do with it. He decided he'd had enough of

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This is about 2 weeks old so the memory is fuzzy...BUT5:00 PM... Dinner TimeKai and I had a series of Mama days due to the Passover holiday falling in the middle of the week. Since I hosted the quasi-seder this year, I stayed home from work giving Kai a whole lot of Mama time. By night 2 we had a fridge full of leftovers and the oportunity for an early dinner, so, I began preparation and asked

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KAI: 1st thing this morning... "Mama, I want to do boobies now"ME: "It's not time to do boobies now baby."KAI: "Why?" ME: "Because it's time for me to go potty, then you to eat breakfast, and for me to have my tea"1 hour later... I'm sitting in front of the computer with my tea, reading my horoscope. Kai marches in with his bib on and a face full of yogurt...KAI: Points at the computer monitor

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ME: "No more boobies today baby. The milk is all done" KAI: (Walks in to the kitchen, opens the fridge, comes back in with a half gallon of milk in his hands.) "Here Mama! Drink more milk to fill up the boobies!"

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Cover your eyes if you've only got a girl... Kai is potty training, but has recently gone through this phase where he got constipated once so now he's decided that it's associated with the potty. Poo poo is stuck in tushy. Tushy hurts. Poo poo goes in the potty. Poo poo won't come out. Going poo poo meant a boo boo tushy so hold it in so it won't hurt coming out and, oh yeah... BAD POTTY!

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And what happened then...?Well...in Who-ville they sayThat the Grinch's small heartGrew three sizes that day!And the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight,He whizzed with his load through the bright morning lightAnd he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!And he... ...HE HIMSELF...!The Grinch carved the roast beast!So once the Grinch's heart grew and grew and grew it became

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I love you. 3 words I'd wondered about for a while since I gave birth. I've looked at my toddler of late wondering how the human emotion of love could be initially conceptualized. Wondered how that first statement of love would come about, what the circumstances would be, would he understand, what would it mean. I tell Kai I love him endlessly, especially at night when we're both curled up in his

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Kai has been after me for a doll for the longest time. At his daycare there are a few baby dolls, but they're all "girl" babies, and I don't think appropriate for him so I set out to find him a boy doll. How hard could it be? Of course I started at the local holy grail of stores. I went to Target thinking they'd have to have at least one. I mean I can't be the only parent of a 2 year old boy who

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I foolishly asked my son lovingly while he nursed before bed time this evening. he giggled, lifted his head for a second and chirped, "doggie poops!" then went back to the boob.

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So tomorrow is my interview with the COO of the business unit making the job offer. Basically, it's the final interview that I have to nail, and of course, Kai's baby radar for demolition has gone off. This evening has taken twice as long to get through our night, which was ok until I got himready for bed...He had taken a 24 ounce sports bottle of water (I generally keep 2 of them on my night

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As everyone can tell from the hundreds of photos I take of him, Kai spends a good part of his life in footed bunny sleepers. Fleece ones. Nice warm, hermetically sealed, fleece bunny sleepers. They're warm, and soft, and just perfect for baking a cake in. This morning Kai woke up like any other morning, had his yo-baby in a sippy cup, some cheerios, raisins, a banana, juice, his normal roaming

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they say that a toddler doesn't understand that his mother isn't an exension of himself. Well, I beg to differ. If I were an extension of Kai in his perception of me, he wouldn't be waking up every morning for the past 3 day and giving me a firm slap across the face. Boy! Is he angry with me. His whole little face gets this scrunched up pissed off look and he slaps me, first thing in the morning.

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We've been going to the Museum of Natural History every Sunday since Kai started walking. I take him through the mamal exhibit over to the whale room. The first time we went I thought his head would explode from excitement. He started running from one exhibit to another asking em what the animal's names were "This?!" Once I told him, he'd repeat it (to the best of his ability, "beas! (bears) moo!

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this morning Kai got up to play. about an hour in to play time, he crawled over to his dresser/hanging table, pulled himself up, turned completely red in the face as he squeezed out a big ol' baby poo, then pointed at his changing table and did the sign for diaper change! First time in a month at least where I had a happy camper allowing me to change his diaper and not try to swan dive off the

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So, Kai is becoming a self propelled being as of this week. He's sitting up unsupported, grabbing at everything and anything he can, lunging at anything that looks interesting, and is doing a military crawl, but can only spin in circles at the moment. You've got the picture. Basically he's starting to get himself in trouble. I think I've told everyone about a million times about how I have a

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i am sitting on my couch nursing kai wit a cat laying on top of him while he pets the cat very gently ;^) we ar a piled up bundle. kai keeps nursing, petting the cat, and randomly letting out little giggles

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Kai's fascination with being doggie #2 has started getting totally out of hand. In particular, I can't do very much to keep him out of the dogs food and water bowls. It's really disgusting but I swear, 10 times a day I have to chase him out of the kitchen. He knows that he's not allowed, and will even lie to me about it now. NOW you may say, "But how in the world can a 14 month old child lie to

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Kai has found a new purpose for the boobs. Since he's been sick all week and nursing non-stop my milk production has gone through the roof. Basically I'm lugging around melons again which I must say isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. I'm stunned that I didn't ever notice this when he was an infant. This is awful. The side effect is that I'm engorged a bit. Kai discovered just about 10

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Kai's been pretty sick this week which has led to a few interesting developments in general. I've been teaching him sign language since he was 8 months old. So all those months of teaching Kai how to sign have fully paid off as of yesterday. He's been sick all week, but nothing major until Friday when he was just a train wreck. He just looked like a mess all day and spent most of it either

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I am now required to nurse all of Kai's stuffed animals before he is satisfied enough to go to sleep. Unfortunately, it's my fault. He's got a stuffed alligator hand puppet that I was messing around with last week. He was nursing and I was playing with the puppet, making believe it was nursing on the other breast, then having it try to displace him. Now every time we do nap time, not only do I

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