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An Egg is Not a Baby
Raise your hand if you remember getting an egg to carry around for a week during sex ed. looks around Yep, I did too. I also remember being a little put off because my egg wasn’t ethnically correct, so I took some crayons and markers and turned my little white egg into a little multi~culti oval shaped facsimile of me. Lemme tell ya, that’s not easily done when you’re a high yellow glasses wearing braces having freckle faced black chick, but I digress. For one week, Little Egglivia (See what I did there?) went everywhere with me. I dressed her in a little tissue diaper, slept with her nestled on…
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Mommy, What Color Were Our Eggs?
One of the things about having four children that I love and hate the most is that my oldest daughter has taken it upon herself to parent the younger kids. Actually, it’s kinda cool that she mothers them because it’s less work for me. However, she has a bad habit of telling them everything she knows. Even when I tell beg her not to… When my oldest daughter was about ten years old, she started asking questions about babies and where they come from, how they get into the mommy’s stomach and all of those other buggy little questions that kids ask. Now, I have always operated under the “use…
