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Kelly Bandas: What’s in my (Diaper) Bag?

I love trashy magazines. You know, the good kind of trashy magazines: UsWeekly, Life&Style, InTouch. The kind of trashy magazines that take care to remind me that celebrities are “just like us”, while simultaneously making my life seem cheap, boring and fat. Totally worth the $3.95. Despite all they do to break down my personal sense…

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How I’ve Survived Stepping Off Over 1,000 Cliffs

Most of you know by now, that I’m a naturally anxious person. I like things done a certain way; change is hard for me; I do not like the unknown. This isn’t a new development – I was an anxious kid too (more on that another day…) but what is…

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But I’m Not Ready Yet!

My children are growing up. They told me it would happen, but I didn’t believe them. They told me there would be a day when their little heads stopped smelling like a sweet, freshly bathed baby and began smelling like sweaty little boy. A day when they didn’t need my help to…

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7 Reasons You Shouldn't Have More Kids
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7 Reasons I am Not Having Any More Children

We run a man-to-man defense in our house. Two kids. Two parents. Someone’s hitting? Dad takes the offender, Mom takes the victim. Neither one will go to sleep? Mom’s on soothing patrol, Dad cleans the kitchen. We call it the divide and conquer-ish method. It may not be perfect, but as…

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She’s a Doll

The Christmas before I turned four, my mom gave me a doll. It had tons of thick, dark hair, olive skin and the most perfect, hazel eyes I’d ever seen. She wore a light blue (or maybe it was pink…) button-up onesie and her eyes closed whenever she laid down. I loved…

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Confessions of a Tired Mother

Sometimes I run the vacuum, just so you both will go play in your rooms. Sometimes I hide in the kitchen and sneak York Peppermint Patties after I told you they were all gone. Sometimes I skip a bath night (or two…or three…) Sometimes I cover my mouth with both hands and…

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