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Tag Archives: gender creative
My Son Wears Girl Pajamas
Give C.J. a theme and he will run with it. This week had him running for five days straight. It was the last week of school and the Orange County Mommy Mafia was out in full force giving each day … Continue reading
Dresses as a Form of Punishment
“Where are you two troublemakers off to?” C.J.’s Dad asked as C.J. and I strode between him and his beloved flat screen on our way outside to squeeze in some scooter time before sunset. “We’re going to ride our scooters,” … Continue reading
Baby Shower Sex Reveal
I feel like a jaded, cynical old lady who should be chain smoking on a patio somewhere with cats milling about as I shake my head in amusement and disgust while I play solitaire and ignore the results of my … Continue reading
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Q&A With Grandma Colorado
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how our family has evolved since C.J. swished and flourished into our lives. So, I decided to interview Grandma Colorado via email. I hope her evolution is apparent to you. She went from … Continue reading
Sing Sow!
Setting: Chinese Food Restaurant, Friday Night, Orange County, Calif. “That guy is FAT! And HAPPY! I like his skirt!” C.J. said pointing to the restaurant’s statue of Buddha that was as tall as he is. C.J. put his arm around … Continue reading
A Few Things….
I haven’t done one of these housekeeping-type emails in 2012 and it’s long overdue, so here it goes. 1.) California State University, Fullerton – a university in our home county (shout out to the Titans!) – has just launched an extended … Continue reading
The Kind of Princess My Son Should Aspire to Be
“Mommy, do you want to know what I wished for the udder day when I threw dat penny in the fountain?” C.J. asked. He was freshly bathed and laying in my bed, on his back, with his arms up and … Continue reading







