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When I sent my firstborn off to kindergarten several years ago, I was brand new at the whole school thing – and I had two babies in the house.

My son would bring home detailed instructions on what they were doing in kindergarten; one of my babies would cry; I’d drop the instructions and run off, forgetting immediately all information the school wanted me to know.

Thus, in those early weeks, he’d go to school rather ill-prepared – and then come off the bus at the end of the day, crestfallen.

“It was blue day today, mom,” he’d tell me.

Alas, poor child! The green shirt he was wearing was all wrong on the blue day, that special day when all the children in kindergarten were supposed to wear blue (according to the instructions I’d earlier forgotten).

For whatever reason, I remember his early weeks of school as being all wrong – his wardrobe never matched the instructions – because I’d lost them in a swirl of distraction.

Thus, I resolved that when those two distracting babies reached the age of kindergarten, I was never going to fail to put them in the right color!

I didn’t count on the color preferences of my girls to stand in the way.

Who has orange items in their wardrobe? Not my girls – not my pink and purple girly girls.

Who has red? Mine do – but not in an item they wanted to wear today.

The color-coordinated lesson plan has been a headache from the get-go. So enough already with the color stuff. Let’s get them going on the good stuff – like algebra….

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I live with a tornado.

His name is Aidan.

Aidan playing hard on the field....

Aidan playing hard on the field....

He’s fierce. He’s competitive.

Look at that concentration in his face!

Look at that concentration in his face!

But at times, it’s like living with a whirling swirl of energy.

Sometimes I FIND MYSELF EMULATING A FOG HORN – in an attempt to be heard over the din.

Sometimes I am reminded of Gertrude Stein and her rose that was a rose that was a rose. I repeat I repeat I repeat – because of my belief that repetition will surely enhance the likelihood of the message being received.

But sometimes I’m lucky – and the tornado sweeps me up into Oz, where we explore a bright and magical landscape that I’d otherwise never see.

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It is Valentine’s Day. I was taking a shower to prettify myself when one four-year-old girl races in with the announcement she needs to go potty.

Followed immediately by the second four-year-old, who makes the identical announcement.

As I shower, all privacy lost, both girls proceed to take care of business.

I ask why, when there are other toilets for them to utilize in the house, they had to use this toilet, in the bathroom I’m using for my shower.

Both answer simultaneously, “Because we didn’t want you to be alone, mom.”

Happy Valentine’s Day. May yours be full of love and laughter.

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