Shameless Self-Promotion

I’ve got a blogging job at a great new site about green living. It reminds me a lot of Mothering, though I never checked out that magazine’s online presence.

Check out http://www.greendivamom.com/

Oh my, what a mess

I just realized that pictures from the camera on my imac will show what a horrendous mess my office is. I'll have to fix that.

Stop Fighting Over Mary and Jesus

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It’s a good thing we didn’t go to chorus today, because we had a duck sharing conflict-resolution session that rivaled the mid-east peace treaties. The kids were all fighting over who got to have the Mary & Jesus duck(s), shown above. We spent about an hour talking about sharing, how to listen to other people patiently, and how to come up with win-win scenarios (as opposed to the win-lose, lose-win, lose-lose, or opt out). Currently Mary and Jesus are in the opt-out scenario on my desk. There you go. Steven Covey applied to duck hostage management.

I've finally got a Mac

This thing is so incredibly pleasant to use. It’s taken less than one minute to configure this program to send something to my blog.

Bad Dreams

I got to spend some time in Kimballs today with a coffee and a day-old cinammon twist writing (I hear the goddess of day-old pastry is particularly sparing of one's thighs.) I'm very happy to say I've started two Very Disturbing stories. One of them is about a little boy who goes in to sleep with his parents because he's had a bad dream about Devil Monkeys. This one's going to go into the "Wiley must not ever read this" category or he'll never snuggle with me again. I can't wait to see what happens.

Poor little boy. It's so fun now that he's old enough that I can start really having fun with him.

I was walking through his room to go to bed one night, and of *course* he was awake, pretending to have been woken up by a nightmare. Ha. You screw with me, I screw with you:

Me: "Flesh-eating zombies again?"

W, aghast: "How did you know?"

Me: "You know those dreams are really about girls." (smile, and exit).

Sometimes, parenting is too much fun.