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winter is fun winter  is cold winter is cruel winter is snowy winter is snow storms i like winter because I can go on the sledge. Wheeee! I like winter because i can scoop snow winter is white This was written by Sam, as part of “Project We”. This is a late entry to last week’s theme, which obviously, was Winter.

I’ll admit it – Winter is my least favorite season, and once Christmas is over, I’m really ready to move on to spring. I tried to convince myself that warm cozy sweaters and tall boots are my favorite things about winter, but really? Those are late fall items. And I’m a sundress and sandals kind of girl. I don’t like snow. My favorite bit about snow? It covers the fields. Which makes the sheep stay inside. (Read: so my pup isn’t eating/rolling in loads of sheep poo. Eeeww.)  I do admit, I enjoy our walks through the fields. However, winter here is not all about snow. Because the reality is, they…

I am a moron. And my poor son is paying for it. My last (read: American) dentist asked for a sample of our tap water so that he could test it for fluoride content, so that he could confirm that we all were getting enough. So when I moved here, did I even think to ASK if the water is fluorinated? It is not. And the local dentist didn’t do full mouth fluoride treatments. Or offer us fluoride tablets. Or suggest a fluorinated dental rinse (everything the new dentist we are seeing suggested). Apparently, they also do terrible fillings, because I just learned yesterday that the OTHER tooth that Boo…

Yes, last week I used the word “asshats”. One of my goals for this year is to try to swear less. It’s not going so well. And at the moment I tweeted this, I was very stressed out. You see, my son has a gorgeous, wide smile. And I would like to keep it that way. Boo had been suffering from a bad toothache the past 3 days – so bad that it had been keeping him up at night. When I asked him where it hurt, he pointed to the new “baby” molar that is coming in. Since he’s always had a difficult time with molars, we wrote it…

As a former client relations manager, I know that the concept to “smile when you are talking on the phone and you will sound happy” (even when you are angry/frustrated/annoyed) is an  excellent one. It really works. So is the idea that it is impossible to stay angry when you laugh. It is why I always try to make my children laugh when they are in a full on rage. (Note: This is not the same as laughing at them, which will ALWAYS make them even more enraged with you.) This is also why, as a stressed out 30-something in the hedge fund industry, my mommy bought me a “Tickle…

Today, Miss Pea was angry at me. For something. Like making her get dressed for school. Or trying to help. Or something. I forget. In a fit of rage, she threw down her skirt and yelled “I just can’t take it any more. I hate this life. I’m packing my bags and I’m running away!!!!” Trying VERY hard not to show a hint of a smile (because you know that just riles them up all the more) I asked where she would go and who she would stay with. I told her I’d miss her very much. She scowled, then said stonily: “Well, I’m coming back on Monday. Yeah. If…