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Tag Archives: Kids
Can I Talk To Daddy?
Monkey King’s been having conference calls at night recently. Conversation that took place following Plum’s bath tonight: Plum: Is Daddy on the phone with India? Me: No Plum: Is Daddy on the phone with Spain? Me: No Plum: Is Daddy … Continue reading
Her, She, and Siri
Overheard a conversation between Plumster and my phone. Plum: Siri, can you be my friend? Phone: We have been friends since Day 1. Plum: Awww…. that’s so nice. So we are friends? Phone: Your wish is my command. “Her2013Poster” … Continue reading
Posted in KIDS, MUSING
Tagged Artificial Intelligence, Her, humor, iPhone, Kids, Machine Learning, Musing, Siri
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“Well, I was pretending to be a bird…”
It’s never good when you get a text at work from your husband with the word “fracture” in it, and the immediate phone conversation with your child starts with, “well, I was pretending to be a bird…”. Our Baby Monkey … Continue reading
Posted in HEALTH, KIDS, PARENTING
Tagged family, fracture, high energy child, home life, Kids, Mammoth, motherhood, parenting, parenting styles, playground accident, ski
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Wedding Vows
We celebrated our 8th wedding anniversary last night! Monkey King made a fabulously festive meal of seared tuna steak, risotto, and salad. After our congratulatory toast, and just as we were about to dive in to our feast, Plumster declared, “you should get married … Continue reading
Posted in COUPLE, HOME, KIDS
Tagged home life, humor, Kids, love, romance, wedding anniversary
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Bring On the Knight!
There is an after school program that Plum started attending a couple of weeks ago, where kindergarteners learn how to play chess. She learned how to move the pawn last week. This week was the knight’s turn. Out of the … Continue reading
Ruby Slippers
There is a funny cartoon that’s been circulating in the social media lately, about what doing house work is like with and without kids. I couldn’t help but empathize and laugh so hard that my scar hurts. I want to … Continue reading