Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

get organized (before it all turns to excrement)

For now, a photo will be my thousand words. Shown here: Sofas for snuggles, a basket of stuffed you-name-it's, a puzzle table doubling as storage for baby doll toilets and bottles. Apparently they do shit where they eat. What lives…

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poo dance and other fouls

We use positive reinforcement with our sweet bean, hoping to entice him toward bowel movement on the bowl. We do a poo poo dance, motivate him with stars and a chart, stickers to reward when we put him on the…

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mama’s lament

"Did Mr. Bikini come from your belly like us, Mama?" "Well, no, Abigail." "Then why do you call him your baby?" "A baby doesn't have to come from your belly to be your baby-love." "Kini came…

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the pirate diet

At first there was a mild freak out. Ever so slight, really. The evidence of said freak show appeared in the subject line of my outbound email: I’M A FUCKING STRESS CASE. Normally, I rely on the fcuk party trick,…

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family traditions of summer

Family traditions are simply routines with the bonus of distilled spirits and a weird uncle. More infrequent, one hopes, than brushing your teeth, family traditions are rarely tied to necessity. By design, however simple, they're decadent—red velvet, cream tights, and…

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mother’s day moments: sing it out

A slice of motherhood. In the car, with the taters. Broadway show tunes at the ready. Makes me laugh every time. These are the moments I want to always remember. Especially the bit where Abigail knows, in advance, to…

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were you born ready?

Cheesy confession: I opted IN to receive inspirational daily quotations. It was from a low dysfunctional dieting moment, no doubt, where I was ready to do whatever it took... even if it took me to the intersection of Velveeta and…

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you’re so vain

Today I just had to. I knew it would hurt. I knew he'd cry like he did in the nicu, like a little manhandled lamb. But I am a mama. And dammit, I like to groom my kin like…

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celebrating all things doody and nudie

Post Naked Dance tonight, Sir Luke and our Little Miss were getting ready for bed. Yes, it sounds a bit pervy, doing a naked dance with your children when it's still light outside. Or maybe worse if it's dark…

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bedpans & broomsticks

(Sneaky Trina) Like many toddlers ours love animals. They love singing songs with animal sounds, love looking for the monkey, and showing me the embroidered zebra on their pillowcases, so when I came upon the Parents Animal Hospital, I…

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