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Night Terrors Are Freaky

I don’t know what took me so long to actually sit down and google “night terrors.” But I guess tonight’s episode did it.  Phoebes, my now 6-year-old wildflower, has been having night terrors on and off since she was about four but I have never really sat down to read about them. But tonight’s terror was a real doozy so it inspired me to run right over to the computer and figure out what the hell was going on. They most always start the same way – these night terrors that invade our peaceful evenings.  The moan starts and quickly...
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Conversations with My Kids – The NBA Playoff Edition

Conversations with My Kids – The N

On Wednesday night, I was giving Phoebe and Tommy a bath and out of the blue, Phoebe says to me “Mama, who are you voting for – Boston or Florida?” It took me a minute to even know what she was talking about, but of course, she was talking about the NBA Eastern Conference Finals. For the record, I am a sports fan. I love watching sports. College football (USC Trojans), pro football (the Arizona Cardinals), basketball (Phoenix Suns), Tour de France (Lance Armstrong), baseball (not a fanatic but I lean towards my childhood team the Chicago White Sox or...
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To my 5-year-old Wildflower

Dear Phoebes, It’s an April Saturday night. You wanted me to lay in bed next to you tonight while you read me some Dr. Seuss books. You are just learning to read. We read “The Foot Book” and part of “Hop on Pop.” It was right after Ed, Ted, and Ned in Bed that you said, “I’m tired. Let’s read the rest tomorrow.” You jumped up out of bed saying “I’m gonna go get my bookmark.” You had made a rectangular bookmark cut from the middle of a plain white piece of paper earlier in the day. You had colored...
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Conversations with my Kid – The Bi

I took Phoebe, my 5-year-old kindergartener, to a birthday party of one of her classmates on Sunday. The entire class of 35 kids was invited to this family’s home. Whaaa????? Mind.Blowing. That mom must be a saint or on some seriously effective relaxants. We walked into the backyard, said our hellos, and within two minutes, Phoebe ran to the quintessential modern kid birthday must-have – the Bouncer. As long as there’s a bouncer, I know that I will be able to actually hang out and chat with the other moms. And chat I did. I checked in on Phoebes...
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Conversations with my Kid – The Ry

On Wednesday, I had the too rare opportunity to spend some alone time with my second-born, the light, lovely, sassy, love-fairy of my life, my 5-year-old Phoebe. My lil’ dude was home with a babysitter, my oldest, Claire, went home from school with a friend for a special play date, and so I trekked on over to the school to pick up Phoebes for some quality one-on-one time with her mama. The plan was to go to the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica so we could run errands together. I know. That sounds like awesome quality one-on-one time. But she was cool with...
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A Weekend of A Marine Layer Fog of Mothe

Written by Lee I realize that I spend too much of my mothering days in a haze. A brain fog. A preoccupied state of mind with zillions of lists and to-dos racing through my head. A step away. An inability to live in the moment. With a look in my eyes and a smile on my face that may seem a tad distant. Am I here? Can anyone really grasp me as I fluctuate between guiding and ordering and forcing and bribing and smiling and yelling and crying and folding and cleaning and moving? Always moving. There’s no stillness in this gig of motherhood. Except maybe, just...
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A mother seeking that ever-elusive sign

Written by Lee Am I succeeding at this mom thing? Am I? When will I see a clue, or catch a glimpse, just anything to tell me that I’m doing okay? When I worked it was easy. Producing television programs, starting something, and then finishing it. Working hard, being stressed, using my brain, interacting with the world, getting a pat on the back once in a while, working late, working long, but then done. A finished project. A feather in my hat. A line on my resume. Done. And done. As a mom, I am never done. And it’s taken me a while to figure that out. And...