Autograph Hounds

Twenty-five year ago I was just about the best there was. When it came to acquiring baseball players’ autographs I was the man (or, er, twelve year old boy). I’ve been out of the game a long time, though, so when my sister mentioned that my nephew, Spencer, hoped to score some autographs during our…

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My Name Is Heather And I’m A Germaphobe

I am hugely overprotective when it comes to newborn babies and germs. I never even allowed anyone who’d been in the same room as someone with the sniffles to come within ten feet of my babies. This goes double for kids near newborns. If a kid didn’t have to be near my newborn, then I…

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Duck Day

Last week my parents told me about a local park that had installed an electronic playground, so we went to check it out with Annie. It was weird but cool – lots flashing lights, buttons to push, and bizarre music/sound effects that had Annie (and me) dancing. After playing our first ever game of electronic…

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I’m Not Really Crying About My Hair

I got my hair cut. I still go to a place in my old neighborhood because I love my stylist. She was totally booked this week but rearranged some things to squeeze me in yesterday, because she knows that I haven’t felt that great the last few months (I might have fainted in her chair…

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Boy Parts

Heather has never been the kind of person I’d characterize as being afraid of new things, but when it comes to taking care of a baby boy she is definitely a little nervous. Heather understands little girls (having had two and been one herself), but little boys? Not so much. And, while she’d probably be…

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