Tag: parenting
member name: Danielle Zubrod
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March 14, 2006 01:44 AM EST --
Nick woke up late this morning, thankfully. He had stayed up until 11:30 last night leaving me no choice but to go to bed at 1:30. I need a 2-hour break from him. I call it "Nickerized Down Time" . . .
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April 04, 2006 01:11 AM EDT --
My daughter was born to a pack of wild boys. Her eyes are deep ocean blue, her fingers are long and delicate, her petite size has earned her the nickname "princess sweet pea" She has worn pink . . .
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February 15, 2006 03:30 AM EST --
I have a dream. I wake up and make my family breakfast from scratch. I do the dishes before I need to chisel the food off the plates. I am dressed, not in sweats, but in a DKNY suit with matching boots. . . .
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March 10, 2006 02:02 AM EST --
I have brown hair. My mom used to call it mousy colored. I call it a shade of poop. I never thought of it much until now.
At the bar I would wear my hair long and curled. Sometimes braided, but usually . . .
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February 07, 2006 03:11 AM EST --
Ahhh, your two words this week were a drop of water in a serene, placid lake my memories like the ripples gliding effortlessly...no, it was more like the dyke gave way as the and the tidal waves of . . .
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February 17, 2006 02:23 AM EST --
Looking for the end all cures in life? You will not find it in an infomercial, though I do especially giggle at the one on colon cleansing to lose 20 pounds, how does he discuss fecal matter with such . . .
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February 17, 2006 04:24 AM EST --
Nick wakes up every day, points and grunts. Five minutes later he has sausages and pancakes served to him while watching his favorite early morning show. Once he is done, his dish is quickly . . .
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November 29, 2006 01:37 AM EST --
Strolling down the mall hand in hand. Laughing, you know, with your head thrown back and mouth wide open. Twinkles in the eye, as you stop and gaze at the 2 carat yellow diamond bracelet. . . .
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February 15, 2006 03:06 AM EST --
Tonight is a hockey meeting. Oh, how I dread those. A bunch of people arguing over what our logo should be when there are far more important things going on. Last time I threatened to slash the VP's . . .
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March 13, 2006 01:26 AM EST --
My husband comes home depressed about money Friday night. But look what we have honey...I exclaim as he steps over winter coats and backpacks. He slumps on the couch asking me to crunch numbers for him. . . .
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January 31, 2006 05:26 AM EST --
Somewhere around 3rd grade my son Cam got the crazy idea riding on 4 wheels down a steep hill then jumping on to a metal pipe only to crash into a tree would be his idea of fun. He somehow got this . . .
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February 05, 2006 02:24 AM EST --
A family of seven sometimes eight needs a vehicle. Four wheels and seven seats. Sounds simple. Okay add mileage my SUV guzzles gas to the tune of "you spent how much?" Fuel efficiency a strong . . .
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February 05, 2006 02:27 AM EST --
Recently my girlfriend and I were comparing notes about our finances. She commented her 14 year old dollar thought money grew in the backyard. I joked back about how my kids always say "I will order . . .
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February 06, 2006 04:05 AM EST --
Ah, life the second time around. One of the greatest joys of having children is experiencing life through their eyes. Like when you watch Sesame Street and talk about why Big Bird has Mr. Hoopers picture . . .
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February 15, 2006 12:17 AM EST --
When I grow up, I am going to grow young. I plan to visit my children with their wives and throw my coat on the floor. I will then empty the entire contents of my luggage on their clean kitchen floor. . . .
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February 15, 2006 02:41 AM EST --
Recently the world ended in my living room. The clicker broke. It needs batteries. No, it's broken. I will buy a new one. Cam (my 14 year old son) and his friends were watching Nick Jr. For 2 hours . . .
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March 08, 2006 02:24 AM EST --
I stayed up all night long. One eye on the bleeping thingy and the other on the light thingy. The oxygen was pumping, he was breathing, I was hibernating. Curled up with one hand on his imagining I was . . .
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January 26, 2006 04:03 AM EST --
The warm summer rain caressed my check. I spun around with glee catching the rain drops in my mouth. My father looked up from his book and smiled "how many can you catch?". . . .
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February 01, 2006 01:56 AM EST --
(Gee hope my parents don't read this one!) On the phone with my girlfriend today we some how get into a conversation about sex. Or lack of it. She refers to last having real sex somewhere . . .
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March 10, 2006 01:37 AM EST --
In the aftermath of boot camp you go to war right? So if my last two weeks were my "Hell's Boot Camp" then I would be going to war. Not very humorous since my very pregnant friend's husband . . .
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