This week has been full of poo. Poor Zoey is teething and there are some serious diapers happening for her. It’s not great. But everyone expects babies to have poo issues. No one expects what happened to Nick. The light bulb in his office only turns on if he screws the light bulb in and […]
Before I was a mom I was an ed tech. I worked at an elementary school for 3 years and that entire time, I didn’t really struggle with student behavior. A solid 90% of the time, the kids would listen the first time I asked them to do something. When I got pregnant, I (naively) […]
I’ve gone rogue. Not in a sad, John McCain sense, but in a “the encroaching laziness has taken over and I haven’t worn real pants in days” sense. The state of Maine doesn’t recognize my New Hampshire teaching certification and I’ve got to take a some Praxis tests next week to qualify for my Special […]
I was unintentionally a jerk this week. I e-mailed a (very nice) lady about a volunteer position, and, after reviewing all of the job requirements and getting her very excited that someone was interested, had to turn it down. It was full-time hours, you see. And I couldn’t bring my daughter. That’s a deal breaker […]
Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the minutiae of our day to day. I get so busy with Zoey’s schedule and dealing with the pets and the house that I forget to appreciate all the little things that make life so sweet. It is easy to feel frustrated and tense, and a little […]
The signs have been coming for weeks. A tantrum here, a few naughty faces there, but this morning, when Zoey shrieked like a banshee in training after every bite of cream of wheat without maple syrup on it, I knew. My baby isn’t a baby anymore. She’s entered the dreaded toddler stage. My living room […]
Recently I’ve been seeing this Reny’s commercial on tv about things to do in Maine while you’re on vacation. Something about eating lobster, taking pictures, and obnoxiously hogging up all the good parking spots at discount stores, but I paraphrase. It seems like there’s a lot of emphasis on people on vacation, and rightfully so. […]
Twenty-five years ago, my in laws decided to build themselves a house. And, like the Remington House, or Rose Red without the scary parts, the Duquette household has continued to evolve ever since. The house is full of personal touches and architectural oddities. Even its flaws, however, show evidence of great love. Over the years […]
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