Cutting Corners

There are some parents who are really on top of things. I am not one of them. I do what I can, but I admit, sometimes I don’t feel like suiting up. It’s not so much laziness as it is choice. My choice is to let some stuff go. I cut corners. Not on everything, but…

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When They’re Yours

When I was 12 or 13 years old, I used to babysit. It wasn‘t my thing. The kids smelled like playground, their hands were grubby and they wanted me to “play.” I wasn’t into it. I used to change the clocks and announce “Time for bed!” an hour or so earlier than I was supposed…

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You’re Not Alone (IV)

I’m not saying these are all about me. I’m just saying if you feel the same way, you’re not alone. You’re not alone if… 1. You didn’t like the book The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. Or maybe you didn’t read it. Or maybe you tried to read it but couldn’t figure out why everyone said it was so great. Or maybe…

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Monkey See

Every now and then, my soon-to-be 4 year old daughter, Sweet Pea, lets loose with an “Oy…Jesus.” She has never been to church and to my knowledge has no friends named Jesus, so it’s pretty safe to assume she heard it from me. I say it. I think I might even say it a lot.…

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We Don’t Care If You Stare (My Top 10 List of Annoying Questions and Comments for Adoptive Families)

My free time is much more limited now than it used to be, but I still subscribe to quite a few magazines. People magazine is not one of them so if I see it lying around somewhere, I will pick it up. (I like the paparazzi pictures.) I have noticed when celebrities are photographed with one or more of their kids, if one of the kids…

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You’re Not Alone (III)

I’m not saying these are all about me. I’m just saying if you feel the same way, you’re not alone. You’re not alone if… 1. You decided to get scissors and physically cut stuff out of your kid’s hair because it’s just too sticky and too much of a pain in the a$$ to brush it out. 2. Sometimes…

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Daddy’s Girls

My girlfriend, Busy, and I were just on a girls getaway trip. After being gone all weekend, I was excited to see my daughters. I missed them very much, and I was under the impression that they felt the same way (well, maybe not the little one, she’s nineteen months old and doesn’t know what day it is—but the older one is almost…

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The Gynie Monologues

WARNING FOR NEWBIES: If you are new to Dim Sum and Doughnuts, I’m not sure if this is the best place to start. You might want to try a different post first and come back here when you’re ready. WARNING FOR MEN: If you think you can handle the literary terrain of this page, take a moment to brace…

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Uh Oh

My nineteen month old daughter, Lovey, is just starting to talk. She’s got words like Baby, Baba, Bow Wow (at least I think that is what she’s saying) More, Boots, Poops, Dah-dee, Ba-oons, and the always popular: No.  (Yes, I am aware that “mommy” is not on the list.) Lovey’s current favorite is Uh Oh. Fun to say and…

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Handling Tantrums

We’ve all been in the store, at least once in our lives, when some cute little girl suddenly goes from saccharine to Satan. She’s the one having a complete and total meltdown because “No” was the answer she got as she begged for the new Dream Dazzlers Stylin’ Hair Salon. (Not that I blame her, that thing looks awesome). But you’ve seen that kid, right?…

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