I Still Just Want to Pee Alone – TODAY!

I’m thrilled to announce that I’m in this anthology with a group of incredibly talented writers!

The book hits the world today… Get ready!

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October 29, 2014

“I love you, Is.”
“No! You love turkey!”
“Okay. I do love turkey. Especially the legs (I tickle her legs)… and the neck!” (I tickle her neck)
*laughing*
“No, Mommy, I know you love me.”
“Turkey!”
“I’m not a turkey!”

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October 26, 2014

“Mommy, why don’t you have any more children?”
“You mean, more than you? You’re my child.”
“Yeah. Why do you only have one kid? Other mommies have more than one kid.”
“Well… that’s true. I was kind of old when I had you, Is, and it’s harder to have a baby when you get older.”
“Oh.”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because… you only have one kid. You have one kid, Mom.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“You’re a kid, Mom, also. Mom, you’re a meatball.”

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October 15, 2014

*Is has been watching Weird Al videos for a while… her current fave is “Gump”. I showed her the original “Lump” video today, and was explaining about the movie, and the references in the video from the movie, but I also told her that she’s too young to see the movie, as there are things in it I don’t think she’s ready to see yet. I told her she could see it when she was older.*

**Is comes home from school, and is finishing her snack, when…**

“Mom. I want to see “Gump”.”
“The Weird Al, or the original “Lump”?”
“No, Mommy, the movie.”
“Oh, Is, I already told you… you have to wait ’til you’re older to see the movie.”
“But, Mom! I got older today when I was in school!”

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October 12, 2014

*As I’m writing the last pee-pee post, Is is watching me while eating her cereal*

“Mommy… why your eyebrows like that?”
“I don’t know, Is, what are they doing? I can’t see them.”
“They’re not eyebrows, they’re glasses.”
“No, I have eyebrows…”
“No, you don’t! You don’t have eyebrows! Batta batta batta!”
“Uh….”

**I pull up my bangs and wiggle my eyebrows at her**

“Mom! They’re like curled-up snakes! Stop that!”

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October 11, 2014

*Right before bed, Is picks up her toy phone and begins a conversation*

“Oh, hello! Yes, yes. Oh, no. No, I can’t do that. No, no, no, no, no. No. No way. Oh, Mom? She’s right here. No. She’s just sitting there, on the chair. No. No, no, no, no. Okay, bye.”

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October 8, 2014

*Whenever it’s windy and the windows are open, my bedroom door slams shut if we forget to use the doorstop. Sure enough, this morning, Is and I were playing on the bed & the door slams shut*

“Mom! What was that?”
“The door, remember? See how windy it is outside?”
“Why did it slam shut? It was so loud!”
“We talked about this before, remember? Do you remember why?”
“Yes! The wind slams it shut.”
“Exactly.”
“Mom… The wind is your friend… and it slams the door so you can get some sleep!”

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October 5, 2014

*I recently bought Is a Bozo punching bag toy… to replace the little rocking horse that she got too big for… and we had a big discussion about why it’s okay to hit the toy (but not people), and why it’s okay (and maybe helpful) to hit the toy when you’re mad*

“Mommy… Are you mad?”
“No.”
“Mad things make you mad.”
“Yes, I guess that’s true, but I’m not mad now. What should you do when you’re mad?”
“You should stop.”
“Stop being mad?”
“Yes.”
“I take a deep breath to help me stop being mad.”
“I know that already, Mommy. You already learned me that.”

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