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Wii just want you to be happy
The Wii Fit is my passive-aggressive friend who has cool games but won't let me at them until it cheerfully bullies me into submission. A friend who only allows you one response: pressing the A button. This is a terrible friend. And yet I can't stop coming back to it...
Published June 25, 2008 PermaLinkAll Finslippy Posts on /Parenting:
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June 10, 2008
Play me a tune, harmonica man.
The other day Henry up and starts looking for his harmonica, just like that. "I need my harmonica," he says. "Help me look for it." I have things to do (I believe I was peeing, if you must know) so Scott helps him. He hasn't used his harmonica more than twice since he discovered his hands, and I suspect that as soon as he find the harmonica he'll forget what he was going to do with it, but at least the search keeps him busy. Eventually the harmonica is located in his bedside table, next to all the other doodads he hasn't seen since the last time he opened his bedside-table drawer two years ago...
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June 05, 2008
Let's talk about Blogher. It appears that I am going to this year's conference. Last year I wasn't there, and I wept bitter tears all over my keyboard. Never again. Or at least not this year. This year I cry in person. All over you...
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June 04, 2008
Why, hello there. You know what helps one feel better? Prozac, and a Wii. Did I mention that last week was my birthday? And nine days before that was Scott's birthday? So we bought each other a Wii. Also, it's our ninth anniversary, um, tomorrow. And lo, we have a Wii! It's a present that keeps on giving. The Wii, that is. (Okay, also the medication. Huzzah for medication! Damn the naysayers!) ...
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May 28, 2008
It was four weeks yesterday that I had the miscarriage, and it's a milestone that's whapped me upside the head. I'm not doing so well, folks. Who knew? I thought by now I'd be moving on, and instead I'm right back where I started. I'm hoping that with therapy and time and some helpful pharmaceuticals, I will regain the ability to move through the day and its many challenges without crying or unleashing my rage at some unwitting bystander (oh, my poor husband). If posting is somewhat light over the next couple of weeks, you won't stop coming here, will you? Of course you won't. Stop nodding like that...
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May 22, 2008
I actually thought I was being hilarious, with that last entry. I thought that was a return to form. Hilarity was mine again! I'm back, baby! So imagine my surprise when the comments were in the "oh, honey" and "I am inappropriately hugging you in my mind" vein. I then read the post again, and, huh, well, yeah. I guess all that talk of doldrums and not being able to dress myself appropriately said more than I meant it to. Now I feel a little silly. Silly, and odd...
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May 20, 2008
Why, hello. And welcome! Welcome to my doldrums. I apologize for not fixing up the place, but there's been so much to do: sitting around, staring into space, muttering at the dog, attempting to nap. Making a sandwich and then halfway through forgetting about the sandwich and wondering why I'm standing there with a butter knife. Like that! So much...
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May 12, 2008
I know I can have another baby—at least, I'm pretty sure—but right now I don't want another baby. I want the one I had. I saw that baby on the ultrasound, and I liked that baby. That baby was MINE. I spent hours staring at the print-out of what essentially was a gummy bear, and cooing over it. I decided it was some kind of genius baby. In the picture we have, it's kind of sticking its arms out, like it's waving hello at us. Genius! Clearly! ...
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May 06, 2008
What are you doing tomorrow night?
Answer: you are coming to Brooklyn, to see me.
Also some other people.
No, but seriously. Tomorrow night at 5:30 p.m. I will be at Soda Bar with Heather, Doug, Sarah, and Greg. (Scott, aka Pretty Rambo, will be there as well.) We will be there to sign copies of Things I Learned About My Dad (In Therapy), which you might notice over there in the right-hand column.(If you like you can BUY A COPY AND THEN WRITE SOMETHING NICE ON AMAZON. No pressure. Do it. Doitdoitdoit.) ...
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April 22, 2008
Readers, my son is at my parents' house all week, and you know what that means. I'm not wearing any pants! Is what it means!
Okay, actually, I am wearing pants right now. But in spirit, I am as pantsless as the day I was born.
When I left Henry today, he was casually announcing to my mom that he couldn't help but notice that right next to the new adventure park in her town (the one where they're spending the day) there's an ice-cream stand, you know, so in case they needed some ice cream after riding some rides, well, there it is! Isn't that convenient! ...
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April 21, 2008
I. Walking to school.
Henry: I have to be careful of my purple thumb.
Me: You have to be what of your what now?
Henry: My purple thumb. See?
Me: What, did you get magic marker on your thWHAAAAT IS THAT. Scott. Scott!
Scott: Oh, wow. Did you cut your thumb at some point, buddy?
Henry: Hmm. Yesterday at school there were these white cracks on my thumb so I put my finger in my mouth, and then the cracks went away.
Me: Oh, god, you put it in your mouth?
Henry (sighing): Yes, and then the white cracks went away.
Scott: Does it hurt?
Henry: Only when I touch it...
