Changing my name


Hey y’all. I’m in New York at BlogHer ’10 right now and while many think I’m not really working but just going to parties, collecting swag and shmoozing (all true by the way), I have done something big.


I CHANGED MY BLOG NAME.

Look up there—see it in the window? No .blogspot anymore, is there?

This blog is now officially thefairlyoddmother.com. I am a grown-up blogger.

Well sort of: I know the name on the pretty banner hasn’t changed but just write “THE” on a little piece of paper and stick it on your screen whenever you visit. That should do it until I get around to a blog redesign.

So, do me a big, big, big favor and please update your RSS feed or listing in Google Reader for me ok? I’d hate to lose all my readers while I’m goofing off in the big city.

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Big squishy hugs to Shanna at Sitesquared who held my hand through the whole process. And then we got to squee at each other for both being homeschoolers, though she kicks ass for having eight kids while I just slack off with my three.

The week I had four children


One month ago, I was putting sheets on the guest bed wondering if I’d soon be up with a sad child most of the night: They said that some kids get very homesick.


I had stocked my kitchen with macaroni-and-cheese, chicken nuggets and juice boxes: They said some kids weren’t used to eating adventurously and shouldn’t be forced to develop a new palate in just one week.

I had given the kids “the speech” about being polite and kind and understanding: They said that many kids may be very shy in their new surroundings.

I was prepared to protect our Fresh Air girl and ease her into our suburban life slowly. I was ready to hold her as she carefully tried to ride a two-wheel bike. Fasten a bubble around her waist when we got near water. Dry her tears when a bug landed on her or when she got homesick.

And then she arrived and taught us that not all city kids act the same.

Our girl was up for anything.

Ride a bike? Of course.

Swim? Sure!

Hungry? Yes, let me try that!

Tree? Pshaw, I can climb that!

No, I don’t need to call my mom right now. And, can I just sleep in the girls’ room instead of the guest room?

Where can we go today? Let’s swim/play/dance/eat/enjoy/laugh/soak-it-all-in.

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She wanted nothing to do with the Wii or even the television for most of her visit. If ever a child decide to embrace the experience put before her, she did it.

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It was tiring at times. It wasn’t easy every day. The kids didn’t always get along perfectly. And a week’s visit felt about long enough.

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But it was hard to say goodbye too.
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If you live in New England or the Mid-Atlantic area and think you could host a child for a week during the summer, check out the Fresh Air website. It’s an experience you won’t forget.

My eyes! They burn!


Had a great few days away with my sister and her family. Though we learned a valuable lesson: don’t wait until the final minutes to grab a group shot. Especially when the sun starts to sink.

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