Boondock Ramblings

A little bit about a lot of things by Lisa R. Howeler

Every night and every nap for the last two years my daughter has had to listen to Frank Sinatra’s “In The Wee Small Hours” album while she’s falling asleep. I’ve tried to change the music without her knowing but as young as two she would look at me and say “no. I want frank.” In …

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At 20 months of age you are insanely clingy and there are brief moments it drives me crazy.“I need my hands free to push this cart! Good grief! ““I brought the stroller so you would sit in it, not so I can carry you in the sling while I push an empty stroller and get …

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Follow my blog with Bloglovin   I wish I was better at being a mom. I wish I didn’t cry like a toddler when my toddler won’t nap on the one day I really needed one myself. I wish I didn’t let curse words fly out when she won’t sleep and when I know better …

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For 13 years when someone asked what I did for a living I said “I’m a newspaper reporter”.  It made me feel like I had accomplished something in life. Four years of college, a degree, and a job in what I went to college for. I was a contributing member of society. I was a …

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I always want to remember these days. The days when you grabbed Four, the old cat at Grandma and Grandpa’s that used to be mine, and tried to carry her around the porch like one of your dolls. We were lucky she didn’t try to scratch you, since she’s an outdoor cat and your used …

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When I look at Instagram this is the impression I get: Every photographer owns white bedspreads in rooms with white walls and white ceilings, perfect for angelic photos of their blue eyed, blond, curly haired babies sleeping while wearing homemade neutral colored sweaters or magazine worthy pajamas on a furry blanket.Every photographer has hardwood floors, perfect …

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It was like she had found the most exciting location in the world the way my daughter stomped her tiny 15 month old, boot-clad feet in the mud puddle in the park of a city we’d visited for the day. We hadn’t brought extra socks so her dad and I wavered between telling her and …

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