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Diagnosis: He's a Man in Training

Diagnosis: He's a Man in Training

This is a guest blog by Lindsay Conley, mom of a 6 year old Man in Training in Arkansas. My son, Beck, was born in 2006. When he arrived, his heart was racing so fast they had to keep him in observation in the NICU. After his heart rate normalized, he somehow developed pneumonia, and he had to receive antibiotics intravenously through a tube stuck in his head. And then, he developed jaundice and had to receive light therapy. Beck had to stay in the NICU for 12 days. I was stunned that my baby boy had so many health...

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Stitches and Straitjackets

Stitches and Straitjackets

While out of town, I got a call from my husband that our 12-year old had just received stitches from an injury while playing with his best buddy in our swimming pool. A water gun to the head. Why a “water gun” and not just “water” to the head? Who knows? Boys. Water on the brain.Flashback to 10 years ago. We were in the waiting area of a nearby photo studio. Logan was seated in front of the TV watching Winnie-the-Pooh while I was trying to brush what was the mess of my daughter’s hair. Out of the blue, Logan...

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The Curse of My College Roommate

The Curse of My College Roommate

"When you have children, you are totally going to have all boys", said my college roommate in 1999. "What a mean thing to say!", I replied. You see, I grew up in Arkansas, where talking about your future children years before conception is a bit of a pastime. We spend hours planning names, nursery themes, baby showers while we are practically babies ourselves.Anyway, back to the insulting comment from my roommate. Having a boy would just not do. Boys are wild. Boys are messy. Boys are loud. Boys don't call their moms nearly as often as I thought they should.My...

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French Fries

French Fries

This past weekend we took my Man in Training to a "Day out with Thomas" at the North Conway Scenic Railroad in northern New Hampshire. My Man in Training LOVES trains. Out of the first 100 words he spoke, probably about 75 of them were train words. Trains are our life. So we made the 5 hour roundtrip journey to meet Thomas and Sir Topham Hatt. It was a wonderful day. When we arrived and he saw Thomas he jumped up in the air and shouted "YES!" My husband and I were very proud that we had arranged this day...

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Becoming Obsolete

Becoming Obsolete

My son is 12-years old. A turning point in the life of a boy. And the life of his mom. He has peach fuzz and is now a good 3 to 4 inches taller than I am. Where did the time go? I remember when he was 7 months old. That smooth baby face, rosy cheeks, fine, blonde hair. It was so easy for him and for us. Just give him loads of attention, play with him, let him bang away on the piano or some blocks, and he was happy. Well, to a point.My son was never really happy...

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