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Posted by parsingtime on September 28, 2011

Ball pit, shirt purchased by Emilia

Examining Chickens, shirt sewn by Kelly

Biking with mom, who is channeling Forrest Gump. Shirt purchased by Random Banker.*

I really really need to get better about taking out the camera and snapping photos.  We have a dearth of good ones from the last few months.

*Clearly the kid would have no clothes without my friends.


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What if the Secret to Success is Failure

Posted by parsingtime on September 14, 2011

A long but worthwhile read…even if you don’t have kids.

…he says that the standardized tests that Riverdale and other private schools require for admission to kindergarten and to middle school are “a patently unfair system” because they evaluate students almost entirely by I.Q. “This push on tests,” he told me, “is missing out on some serious parts of what it means to be a successful human.”


…there was this idea in America that if you worked hard and you showed real grit, that you could be successful,” he said. “Strangely, we’ve now forgotten that. People who have an easy time of things, who get 800s on their SAT’s, I worry that those people get feedback that everything they’re doing is great. And I think as a result, we are actually setting them up for long-term failure.


People who accomplished great things, she noticed, often combined a passion for a single mission with an unswerving dedication to achieve that mission, whatever the obstacles and however long it might take. She decided she needed to name this quality, and she chose the word “grit.”


Riverdale parents who, while pushing their children to excel, also inadvertently shield them from exactly the kind of experience that can lead to character growth. As Fierst put it: “Our kids don’t put up with a lot of suffering. They don’t have a threshold for it. They’re protected against it quite a bit. And when they do get uncomfortable, we hear from their parents. We try to talk to parents about having to sort of make it O.K. for there to be challenge, because that’s where learning happens.”

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Posted by parsingtime on September 7, 2011

If 10% is good enough for God then 9% is good enough for the federal government.

I wish I was live blogging this debate.

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New Do

Posted by parsingtime on September 6, 2011

Two pigtails instead of Pebbles.

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Posted by parsingtime on September 5, 2011

Husband and I celebrated our anniversary a couple of weeks ago .

For our anniversary we ate somewhere spectacular (I would love to do restaurant reviews but you guys would definitely be able to pinpoint where I live if I did and that is just not good)  and bought me something that I’ve been lusting over for at least a year.  We talked, ate and reminisced over our last 12 years (of knowing each other).

If I had one complaint it would be that I don’t think he is very considerate day to day. But he just took a test that said it was in his DNA, no really, he is just not hard wired for consideration.  But what I tend to forget is that he comes through in a crisis.

So today when I woke up and started vomiting, he managed a testing limits baby while making sure I had sprite and a pillow to lay on in the bathroom.  I was so sick that I actually laid my head on our toilet without wiping it with a Clorox wipe first.  This has to tell you how terrible I was feeling.  We also had my inlaws coming into town and he (under my direction via the phone) got lunch on the table and the baby down for her naps…and tidied up. Then took everyone off to the children’s museum so I could sleep.

When it matters, he makes it count. And I love him dearly for that.

Happy Six Years.

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Posted by parsingtime on September 3, 2011

Dear N,

Happy 14 month birthday. I feel like this is one of those un-monumental birthdays. You know, like turning 22 or 8. It’s just 14 months. Not old enough to be almost 18 months and not a year anymore.

That’s okay, I’ll take 14 months over 13 any day of the week.  We have finally turned a corner. You have made it through your first Gandhi hunger strike without any ill effects (except for making your mother insane), though that’s the last time I’ll be reading biography’s aloud to you.  You have enough crazy ideas without me feeding you more. Ha.

You are also back to sleeping past 5am.  You frequently wake up at 6am but amuse yourself in your crib until 6:30 or 6:45.  It is much appreciated. When you finally stand up I know it is time to come get you.  It is amazing how great 6am looks when you’ve eaten cereal groggy eyed at 5am while your child runs around like you gave her 5 hour energy in her bottle instead of milk.

Yes, bottle. You are still on the bottle. I fail in this part of parenting.  You will happily drink a gazillion ounces of water from the sippy but are still refusing milk from the cup.  I’m hoping that in another month or two I will have worked up the courage to try again. But given how you become a crazed mad woman when milk touches anything other than your beloved bottle I’m pretty sure you’ll be the only kid in college schlepping her bottle with her to Chem 101.  I’m actually hoping that you will be more reasonable in a few months (ie you’re a big girl now, big girls use cups!), because clearly I still am a delusional crazy woman.

But! I do have reason to hope. You understand lots of things now. Like when we are going to go out, you go get your shoes for me to put on.  You know when Dad is getting ready for work to hand him his socks . You understand when I ask if you want dinner or breakfast (both usually answered with an emphatic “no,” when asked if you want moon pop, the “yahs” can’t come out quick enough).  You are still talking up a storm and you know a fair amount of real words that are understandable to people other than me.

You have fallen in love this month with another man (ie not your father).  He is the check out man at Whole Foods. He has gold teeth. And usually gives you a box of raisins or a banana.  You always say hi and wave to him and get a big smile every time you see him.  I find it hilarious and no matter how long Enrique’s line is we check out there.

We also started kiddie gymnastics this month and quite frankly I think I’m getting more of a work out than you but you love the trampoline and you need some work in the agility department so it seems to be a good activity.  It also wears you out and you usually nap for a long time. Mommy would pay twice the amount she is paying just for that nap.

One last thing you have started doing, which I hesitate to mention because it will be so embarrassing in the future but is so darn funny right now, is farting on purpose when your diaper is off and then laughing.  I see you clenching down to get your toots out and each one is more funny than the other.  And honestly, as disgusted in general I am by gas, yours really is funny.

I can’t help laughing with you.



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