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About firebailey

I possess many titles: wife, mom, advocate, runner, Bruins fan, lover chocolate and Parrot Head. I believe you can conquer any challenge in this world with family, good friends and wine. I write about most of that and more while keeping my sense of humor in this life I never expected.

This one is for Jen Kehl

My bloggy-friend Jen has had a pretty bad month or two. So Jen this tape is for you.


I hate when you know some one is down and looking for answers. But I applaud them for looking and to not give up knowing the answer will be there as long as you take a moment to listen.



I’m sorry but you cannot listen to Bon Jovi and not feel a twinge. Yes, he is just here for eye candy.

I’m including this next song because I believe while it may be down pouring like hell on your house right now you know at some day there will be no more cloudy days.

Sir Elton says it best, my friend, how wonderful life is while you are in the world. 

Last but not least a little Jimmy. Cause you cannot be down when Jimmy is around.

Jen I hope February treats you better than December and January!!!  

Girl power?

It is no wonder why girls are confused. Sorry, this is a post for girls because not having sons I believe boys are just gross. They always remain dirty, covered in something not recognizable and they always like sports. Kidding! Let’s face it though, boys and girls are different. How their role in society changes and evolves is important. From a woman’s point of view (because I’m a woman) our dreams and goals change more often than our male counterparts.

And I blame Disney.

Okay, not really. Here is what I realized the other morning. As the mother of young girls I tell them they can be anything they can dream. But they see the house dynamics. David does the “simple machine” and I do the laundry. I am sure other households are similar. What they don’t see at this young age is teamwork that has been established by playing to our individual strengths (FYI the circular saw is not one of mine).

The other morning Boo was watching her newest obsession favorite program on her IPAD, Sofia the First. I love this show. First it has Tim Gunn so what’s not to love? But more the underlying theme is staying true to yourself. To make your friends get along and make allowances for one another. That you can be whatever you want to be, you just have to work hard to attain your goal. In this particular episode Sofia wanted to be on the princes’ horse team. She was being told that princes did X and princesses did Y.

Sofia would have none of it, sang a cute song and trained to be on the team. She can do anything, no matter who wants to count her out.



In the exact same room, watching Disney but instead of watching Disney Jr, the tween channel, Abby was watching Austin & Allie. This show has been about teams as well, that the boy and the girl work together to have careers in music. For the lucky uninitiated the boy is the performer and the girl writes the songs that make him the star.

Behind every successful man is the woman, right? But they are equal partners working with their strength to become a success. Except in THIS episode Abby happened to be watching, the female lead was forgoing her own career to follow the boy on the tour.



First of all, where the heck are the parents that would let all these teens just get on a bus unsupervised for a tour? But more importantly, why is the song writer giving up her chance at of her own career to follow the boy?

It probably wouldn’t have hit me if not for Stephanie’s post about song lyrics. That without even realizing it we are sending our daughters a message that they are less-than. They need more (man, job, child, insert your goal for your child here).

That the two Disney shows were on simultaneously in my house and were giving two completely different messages was kind of kismet. That we were telling our preschooler she can do anything that a boy can do. Yet we are telling our tween that she needs to put the boy’s needs before her own or worse that his dream was more important.

After all, Austin wasn’t canceling his tour to stay and write songs with Allie. He (and their friends) encouraged her to come along on tour and forget that she had dreams too. The upside was that (thanks to Stephanie’s post) I was prompted to have a discussion with Abby. The downside was that after all this time we still have to have the discussion that men are your partners and not your king.

At least we are having the discussion….

Different choices

When Abby was young we research schools, private and public. We started in Montessori and would have kept her there if there was an option of a larger school. When we had Boo that changed.




We could no longer afford private school. Thankfully that is the only thing we had to compromise with having Boo. But still, the choice to move to public school for both girls was one we thought long and hard about.

Long enough to contemplate giving up wine, vacations and chocolate.

Thankfully we live in an awesome town. One that has a great educational program, both for the typical and the special. Abby had a hard transition to the formal education program, rather than the more nurturing Montessori. It took time for her to find her groove, but she did. 

I haven’t really thought of our choice for public school. Boo has thrived, simply thrived in her program. Unlike other families we have fallen into a simply awesome program. And then it happened.

I was at the grocery store and ran into a mother of a child who was a classmate of Boo’s last year. Her child had moved on to kindergarten. I asked, innocently enough, how E was enjoying kindergarten. For some reason I assumed that she was in the same public school system. Until the mom informed me they had gone the private school route. 

“You have to have Boo go there for kindergarten”, she innocently said.

In my head I am thinking do you remember Boo? She is right here sitting in the shopping cart. Unlike other 5 year-olds who no longer fit in the cart. Boo is being Boo. Cute, adorable Boo. But not anywhere on par with her own child.

I simply reply that we love the program she is currently enrolled. In my mind I am thinking that we won’t know until late Spring if Boo will be ready for kindergarten or if she will spend a 4th year in pre-K. Which, if needed, I am generally fine with. Until a mother innocently assumes that Boo is “normal” and will be following the normal trajectory of education.

This mother didn’t mean to make me catch my breath. It is just one of those moments when I hit the wall. The wall of knowing that with Boo I have different decisions to make. Ones that will impact Abby more than Boo. Ones where Boo takes precedent of Abby. Our family. Knowing that where we live matters. That we cannot move or change careers or schools at a whim. Knowing that to give Boo the best life possible we all make sacrifices.

Even Abby. Although she doesn’t know it. Abby is in public school because the cost of a special needs child is quadruple (made up figure) what a typical child costs. That we need a larger car to fit Boo’s chair. That we have to pay for extra health insurance . That I have to limit my hours at a well-paying job to be there for Boo’s appointments. Limiting my paycheck and David’s as well. We haven’t saved as we had before Boo. Our savings account has not grown as we expected. This Christmas was a perfect illustration of our new situation. That we didn’t spoil our loved ones as in years past.

We are so, so, so, very lucky to live in a town with a great public school system. One that nurtures both girls. That allows both girls to not only achieve their potential but surpass it. I don’t begrudge Boo. David doesn’t even consider it. Abby, if she knew, would be okay with it.

And I am too. 

Until an innocent bystander assumes that Boo could just transition to a typical classroom.

I am not a DIY-selfer


Teachers are my heroes. They work for comparatively little salary for the amount of time, effort and dedication they show to their classes. They are hugged, kissed, loved and (in Boo’s case the other day) thrown up on by their students. They handle almost every situation with grace and some bleach.

However after four years of being involved in the education process I have come to a conclusion about teachers and homework.


It isn’t homework at all but revenge. Revenge, I tell you, for having to deal with our terrors little darlings all day. Like, Boo throwing up on them or Abby debating with her teacher that she really doesn’t have time for homework because she has riding lessons tonight.

After all, unless you home school (and then you are my hero) most of us send our children to school. Yes we say we need to work or it is for socialization or insert your excuse here.But the reality is that most of us I would be completely inept at educating my own children. Thankfully some brilliant mind invented the public school system. But then the teachers got smart. If we were going to send our delinquents into to their classroom they were going to send home “presents” to their parents.


Case point number one: the Every Day Math program. Whatever genius invented this “new” math for our children must have been really ticked off at either their students or their parents. There really isn’t any other valid understanding that you do this:

Instead of the way that has worked for my 40+ years:

But once you believe that the teacher’s appetite for revenge has been satisfied the next vestige of torture is delivered in the form of “special” projects. And by special I don’t mean a bracelet from Tiffany’s or an adaptive program for Boo. In previous years Abby did her special projects in class and we only had to go view them. But no, these 4th grade projects require the parent (aka MOM) to do some type of DIY project at home. Then this parent must help their spawn child to write a paper describing their process, their idea and whatever else is in the rubric.

My friend’s children had to make an earthquake house. I chuckled and asked don’t you know we live in New England? Unless your child was going to be an architect and you were preparing them for scholarship time this just seemed like a diorama gone mean. Then I got Abby’s notification and wished we had a diorama.

My child’s class must have really ticked off their 4thgrade teachers. We have to make a simple machine. Hello, I can barely put gas in my car! You want me Abby to make a machine?  With levers and inclined planes or a pulley (when I first read the types of tools you could use I thought airplane not incline). I don’t trust the kid with a knife and you want me to give her a screw and a lever and say, “make it so”?

My daughter who loves to craft is thinking bedazzle, balloon and magnets. Then she saw the paper and said an incline plane seemed cool (I think she read “air” plane too).  Abby did not appreciate my idea that SHE should invent a way to change Boo’s diaper so I don’t have to. Her ideas range from making a car, to using the balloon to deliver an object to I don’t honestly know what the heck she was trying to describe to me. 
All I know is that the teacher, whom we adore, won this round.

One time I saw this biggest jerk.

One time I saw this biggest jerk. She was a teenager. She thought she knew every freaking thing. She made her mom miserable, caused her needless worry. She wouldn’t understand until she was much older that her parents weren’t too terrible after all. It took quite some time for me to see the biggest jerk. It took having kids of her own to realize that the biggest jerk in the 1980’s was me.

So mom, I apologize for being the biggest jerk. 

I hope the granddaughters are enough revenge, I mean repayment. This is how I finished the sentence, I once saw the biggest…..


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Taking pride

About a year ago I asked you what is something your child is REALLY good at? I mean something they can do that is just spectacular. They don’t have to be a broadway star, but something they excel at. Like climbing the neighbor’s tree faster than you can hit the snooze button on a Sunday morning.


Boo, for example, has had a great year full of accomplishments. Things that you will never find in a parenting manual, an IEP, growth chart or maybe put on your families Christmas letter. Here is a list of things that Boo has not only accomplished in 2013 but become really good at:

Boo learned to turn off and on lights. Of course she seems to have mastered the skill of turning the light on that you do not need and plunging you into darkness when you are taking a shower and shaving your legs.

Boo continued her mastery of taking off her shoes and throwing them out of vehicles. She managed to throw her shoe from the back seat, over the headrest and out the front window. 

Boo jumped. Over a line. Thankfully she hasn’t managed to jump off the top of the counters yet. Although she did jump into a pool while on vacation. Thankfully M was there to catch her. 

Boo hosts dance parties in the kitchen. The other night while doing dishes she told me “dance” and gave me my IPHONE.  Abby videoed it with her IPOD and is currently blackmailing me to get out of cleaning her room.


Boo found her voice. We can now understand more of what she is trying to tell us at the top of her lungs. I blame her SPT for her outdoor voice. SPT has informed me that she has met Abby and in now way is she taking full blame for Boo’s volume. Or the fact she said “fuck” clear as day in therapy. I’m not taking the blame for that either. Although the grandparents had been visiting….

Tell me, what is one thing. Just one thing that your child does that makes your heart swell with pride? 

Nature vs. Nurture

When Abby went through her princess faze it made sense. She loved princesses and we indulged her. Grandparents bought Princess sheets, coats, dolls, play sets. We went to Disney and got their autographs. Today, at 10, Abby will still watch a Disney movie with awe.



Boo wasn’t as exposed. Boo for the most part watches her IPAD and hangs out. She doesn’t seem to attracted to anything other than music. Give her a toy and it will gather dust until I donate it to another child. 

Then Princess Sofia happened. Quite unintentionally (because nothing else was on I am sure) Abby watched the program.

Boo fell in love. 

I wasn’t too sure how much until we went to a birthday party and gave her friend a Princess Sofia. Boo tried to steal it back (hello, typical child!). For her birthday we gave her a Princess Sofia doll. Typical Boo, she wanted it kept in the box. Abby wouldn’t put up with that–dolls are to be played with! Boo carried the doll around for a minute and then it ended up under the table. She went back to her IPAD. 

Until bedtime, when FIA had to come to bed with her. (hello, typical child!) Over the past month or so Fia has been brought in and out of bed, never played with. For Christmas we had no idea what to get Boo and she needed a backpack so viola! When she returned to school she excitedly showed her backpack to everyone. Fia backpack she yelled. 

Yesterday Boo discovered that she could watch Sofia the First on her IPAD. Which let me tell you is a nice break from the Austin & Allie Christmas special and I no longer hear her yell HOOKER. 

She sees the Disney sign and yells PRINCESS (new word!).  I thought with Boo I would skip the if it was pink, plastic and princess it would be in my house. 

Good thing I never got rid of all Abby’s things I had moved down into the basement!


Play dates

Here is the problem with play dates. The kids talk. To one another. They find out how the other child’s mom is so much better than the one they came with.




We were invited to a friends house for brunch last weekend. It was a great time. The food was plentiful, the conversation plentiful and Abby was beyond excited to have a friend her age to play in the snow.

It wasn’t until the ride home that I realized the day did not go as smoothly as I thought. Abby: Mom do you know S gets $3 a WEEK.
Me: Really, she gets paid to just be a kid?
Abby: No she has to do chores but they are super easy.

Me: (Silence)
Abby: I need an allowance.

David: Great, start mowing the lawn.
Abby: DAAADDDDD

Honestly, the girl should do chores. We tried the chore chart a few years ago. But it always came back to the question: should she get paid for doing things around the house? And what exactly should a 10 year old be responsible for? Damn where is that parenting manual! Chores to me should be more than emptying her backpack. After all, I explained to Abby that I don’t get paid for doing the dishes, so why should she get paid for cleaning her room?

Abby: Because S does.

Great, peer pressure to do chores. Of course it could be worse, I know. 

Damn play date is now going to cost me $3 a week.

What to buy….

Do you know the song by Barenaked Ladies, If I had a million dollars?

Of course you do. Unless you only listen to classical music and then I just educated you. But if I had a million dollars I don’t know what the heck I would do with all that money. In all seriousness. Other than quit my job. Like not even call in sick. Just call in quit. Like, Hey I have a million dollars I don’t need to work in an office that is 95 degrees when it is only 10 degrees outside!

David would still work. He’d have to because, well that is how our relationship survives. I don’t understand couples that spend 24/7 together. Admire, yes. Understand, not so much.

Along the BNL theme, I would build a tree fort in the yard. Yeah. I wouldn’t build it so much as I would hire the Tree House Masters people from Animal Planet. Have you seen that show? 

Abby has tree house envy. Especially since she doesn’t have a tree house. Just a great play set that our neighbor walked through the woods when their kids outgrew it. I have great neighbors. They deliver milk, wine and playgrounds. 

If I had a million dollars I would buy a new car. Only because the muffler finally fell off the car I have had longer than I have been married. I really don’t want to give that car up, but for a million dollars and not have to drive around dragging a muffler? That would be doable. 

If I had a million dollars I would hire someone to clean my bathrooms. My most hated chore around the house. Each week I wonder why I have two bathrooms for four people. Couldn’t we all just use one? But I would only hire someone until I figured out how old Abby has to be in order to use chemicals to clean the bathroom. Then it would be her job to clean the bathroom. Let’s face it, I give her a tree house she can clean the bathroom.

If I had a million dollars I would still be a mom, a wife, a blogger and a friend. Not much would really change.

Who am I kidding? If I had a million dollars I would plan the best vacation ever! Right after I called in quit.

What about you? If you had a million dollars you would……

 

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