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Little pitchers have big ears...

When I lived in New York, I honked my horn constantly.  New Yorkers use the horn about as often as they apply the brakes, it's just part of city driving.  So when we moved to Connecticut, it took me a little while to adjust to suburban driving style and etiquette. Fairfield County drivers, while not aggressive, can be a little... entitled.  

Our first weekend in Fairfield, we went on a family excursion to Home Depot to pick up some odds and ends for the darling little cape house we'd rented.  Lilia was almost three years old at the time, and unlike me she was *very* excited for this outing.  The only thing that could make Home Depot remotely palatable, in my opinion, would be an in-store bar, and our Home Depot did not have one.  So I was driving pretty slowly, not very eager to get there.

We arrived at a stop sign along the way, just behind a brand-new Audi convertible.  The Audi's impeccably-coiffed driver was chatting away on her cell phone, seemingly oblivious to the fac…

The pathology associated with...

When our baby boy was three weeks old, one evening he began to fuss after a feeding.  He'd barely made a peep the first few weeks of his life, something I’d heard was a rare and beautiful thing.  So when he started to cry, I wasn't too concerned.  I burped him on my shoulder, repositioned him and waited, rubbing his back.  Fifteen minutes or so later, he began to cry louder.  I rocked him, and did the walk-and-wiggle bounce that usually lulled him to sleep.  Rather than settling down, he progressed from crying to full-on howling.
My husband came in to see what was happening.  He took baby T from me and tried his "Superman" hold, which usually did the trick.  T's cries continued to increase in volume and intensity. While both hubby and I had been pretty calm up until now, we were starting to get rattled.  We took turns trying to soothe him.  While Jeff held him, I texted an experienced mommy friend for suggestions.  When it was my turn, hubby researched various pos…

Mother of the Year

Some years ago, before marriage or my own kids, I was driving my then-4-year-old niece home from preschool when my cell phone rang.  Like the responsible adult I was pretending to be that day, I ignored it. Sari noticed this, and piped up from her carseat:
Sari: "Auntie Karen, why don't you answer the phone?" Auntie Karen: "I can't, honey, because I'm driving." S: "You can still answer it." K: "Nope, it's not safe or allowed." S: "That doesn't matter.  You can just answer it, and if a cop sees you, hang up and drop it on the floor." K: "Wow.  Where'd you learn that, sweetie?" S: "Daddy and Grandma."
Ha!  So much for setting a good example, hers had apparently already been set for her by my brother and my mom.  I thought: I can't believe they'd talk on the phone with a BABY in the back seat!  How irresponsible. And dangerous!
Fast forward 7 years and I'm holding my cell phone in my left han…