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One Month From Three

"Ike, do you want the rest of your milk?" "NO." "Really? No more milk?" "NO. NO MILK. I DON'T WANT MILK EITHER." *folds arms, stomps feet* "Okay then." *puts milk away* "NOOOO DON'T TAKE MY MILK." *hysterical crying* *** "Ike, do you want your toy back?" "NO." "Are you sure? Because once I start driving I can't give you the toy back." "NO. NO TOY. I DON'T WANT TOY EITHER." *folds arms, sticks out lower lip* "Okay then." *puts toy on passenger seat, starts driving* "NOOOOO GIVE MY TOY BACK." *woeful weeping* *** "Ike, do you want pizza for lunch?"... Read more →


The Ballad of Bloon & Bubby

For as long as I can remember, Ezra's been super attached to three particular loveys: two small Taggies blankers and one Taggies ball. As a baby, he found the first blanket and his thumb around the same time, and the colorful, jangly ball attracted his attention not long after that. Both of them immediately became necessary for him to sleep on his own. He found the second blanket as a toddler — a second blanket I brilliantly thought to purchase as a back-up to the first blanket, but not-so-brilliantly neglected to find a good hiding place for. He spotted it... Read more →


Lowered Eggspectations

So here's what you missed, during the Great Blog Outage of a Few Days of 2014: Me as a real-time walking exhibit of Pinterest Fail, because I decided to get obsessive over Easter eggs for some reason. Easter is not my holiday jam. I always forget about it, and when it comes on the heels of a week-long break from school I'm generally just sort of over life in general. My own mom used to go All Out for Easter — baskets were like a mini-Christmas morning! there was a cake shaped like a bunny and a big fancy meal... Read more →


Back! Back! The Blog is Back!

Is...this working? I think it's working. Poor little blog. Are you okay? So. Hi! Sorry about that. Starting last Friday, Typepad (my blogging service and host) was hit with a seemingly endless string of DDoS attacks that wiped out...well, everything. All Typepad blogs went poof, nothing would load and nobody could post. Typepad would get one part of the service back up and then another attack would come and knock it all back down again. Domain-mapped blogs like mine (amalah.com instead of amalah.typepad.com) were basically the last thing to get back online last night. In hindsight, I should have been... Read more →


We're Home! Now I Need A Vacation.

Greetings from slightly-more-than-halfway-through Spring Break 2014, which shall forever be known as the time I decided it would be a good idea to go back to Colonial Williamsburg for a couple (non-sponsored, on our own dime) days. Despite what you may have read elsewhere, let me assure you that attendance levels at Colonial Williamsburg are JUST FINE, BORDERING ON BEYOND BONKERS right now. Since our last trip was solidly in the low season, we arrived with a false sense of confidence and at a distinct disadvantage to everyone else, who showed up with things like "plans" and "dinner reservations" and... Read more →


On No More Babies

It recently occurred to me — me, Queen of the Obvious, every bit as whipsmart as your average bowl of oatmeal — that I don't have any babies in my house. Nor do I have any imminently incoming babies. Ike will turn three on June 1st, just some 50-odd days from now. When Noah turned three, he was barely two weeks away from becoming a big brother. When Ezra turned three, he'd already been a big brother for over four months. There was always another pregnancy, another baby, to ease the transition of baby to toddler to boy. Despite Ike's... Read more →


Kids Are Weird, But So Am I

This post is sponsored by Chronicle Books. Here's a little bonus protip from me, professional blooper booger blogger, about the proper way to reply to a sponsored post proposal. When asked if I'd be interested in writing a post about Jeffrey Brown's Kids Are Weird, I had some kind of weird initial fangirl brain moment and without thinking, responded with an all caps "NO WAY!" Two minutes later I followed up with a clarification that I meant "NO WAY!" in like, an excited way? Like Elaine from Seinfeld screaming "GET OUT!" at people? I meant "yes, count me in" but... Read more →


Ikeness Interlude

It took just a few seconds after waking up this morning to realize that the vague throat tickle I've been insisting for days is "just allergies" is...not, after all, but the inevitable great unfairness that is a Spring Cold. I caught it from Ike, because he insists on a lot of kisses, but instead of puckering up he sticks his bottom lip out really far and kind of licks your mouth with it. It's less gross than it sounds. But it is quite efficient at infecting you with whatever low level pestilence he's got going on. As usual, he's already... Read more →


You Are The Lego Beneath My Wings

Prior to — oh, the EXACT MINUTE the end credits of The Lego Movie started to roll — Legos were pretty much Noah's exclusive domain. It's always been soothing for him, I think, to sit and tackle a big, complicated set, step by step. His visual-spatial skills are pretty amazing, and those Lego instruction books always managed to cut through his attention and focus issues. He enjoys building his "own" versions of things as well, and is thankfully pretty flexible and accepting of the fact that inevitably, most of his sets will break apart and eventually get completely assimilated into... Read more →