Day 17: St. Pat’s Party for 2

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

We battled over her skirt this morning.  Who knew that an-almost-two-year-old could have such strong opinions about a skirt?  I chose the wrong one.  Her choice was much too short.  How is a too short skirt even an issue already?

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Day 16: snow

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

It snowed the other day.  And although it is March, this is Chicago so it isn’t that unusual.  Snow happens and the world moves on.  I have always loved the snow, especially if I do not have to go anywhere.  Somehow the neighborhood seems quieter and warmer as if it is insulated.

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Day 15: gobbles

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

If kisses were gobbles, I’d gobble you up.

Our nightly ritual.  She chooses her favorite PJs.  They are usually Mickey themed.  Then we turn on the oil diffuser and prep it with some lavender to ensure a good night’s sleep.  We snuggle a little and then it is time.

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Day 12: saving me nothing

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

I remember as a child that I loved Daylight Savings Time.  We got an extra hour of sunlight and I barely even noticed the shift of time.  I’m sure my mom did.  And as a parent, let me tell you, this shift is torture.  My years of teaching have done nothing to prepare me.

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Day 11: TUMBLE

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I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge

Each Saturday morning, McK and I make our way to the gym.  Along the route we talk about her buddy that will be there, the tumble track, and doing tick tock legs for warm up.  It is a Mommy and Me class.  My sister half jokingly called me a good mom when I told her we had signed up insert eye roll here.  It’s that working mom guilt that made me do it.  Tumbling was something we could do together.  It would be fun.  And although I can appreciate McK’s enthusiasm, running through a gym putting her on every piece of equipment for an hour straight wears this mama out.  Just thinking about it makes me want to cancel.

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