Hi.

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I write about about being a 40-something mum of five wonderfully exasperating children, attachment parenting, my adventures in the kitchen, and whatever else comes to mind. 

-Melissa.

Full Circle

One of my mother's favorite "kid" stories about when I was little has me, at about age 5, sitting out on the swingset on a blustery winter day, yelling into frigid onslaught, "God! Stop the wind!" Today--another blustery winter day--while walking to school and slipping and sliding all over the icy sidewalks, #2 finally had enough.

"Wind!" he hollered, "Stop blowing!!"

The wind persisted and continued to challenge us--the three of us barely managing to remain vertical while trudging towards the school.

"Mommy," he said sadly. "I don't fink da wind heard me."

I Waited 32 Years For These

Sleep Over!