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First, my apologies Mrs. G – if your day is predictable and routine, mine is… the OPPOSITE of that. There is NO typical day in the life of MamaMo, so sit back and imagine the endless possibilities. [This post should be just a simple and clear as the info on health insurance options I just […]
YEAH!! Someone got a bang-ectomy yesterday. And can someone tell me why it is so difficult to cut a simple straight line across a forehead?
Three years ago, Pouran and her best friend transformed themselves into their favorite animals, with a little help from some downloaded mask patterns and a HUGE love for their respective critters.
sur•re•al [suh-ree-uhl] – adjective1. going to a college dive-of-a-bar in some alleyway downtown to watch your kids play a “gig”2. having your favorite 80’s angst music (The Smiths) piped in as filler after their set
Popsicles on the steps of the Dept. of Agriculture building in D.C. (before hopping on the Metro home).
When your 4 year old comes to you and says, “Mama, I want to make a dress for myself out of paper,” here’s what you do:(1) suppress your desire to respond, “Honey, I don’t think paper is going to be able to make a dress. Is there something else you’d like to make?” [and trust […]
As if last Friday’s international celebration were not enough, the whole week following Folkmoot, the gym is transformed into an international bazaar called the “Learning Gallery.”All the countries represented that year have a display;here’s the Native American one:It centers around a beautiful backdrop, painted by the art teacher (on a single bedsheet), in a postcard-style […]
You’re going to want to come back later to witness the most amazing, adorable, heart warming event you’ve seen in a while. Here they are all ready for it:Today was my favorite day of the year – it’s Folkmoot at the girls’ school. Every year, each class chooses a country and they learn a traditional […]
So, as the Princess of Rizvania prepared herself the other morning, my husband asked me why I went through all that just to read a story. I told him it was HIS fault and got the usual “whaaa….???!” expression in response. You see, when my husband and I were first married, we ate out ALOT. […]