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[pantryslut]

If I were a real mommyblogger, this post would be a cheerleadery "you can do it too!" account of how I finally learned to manage these multiple birthdays hitting suddenly all at once -- I bought myself a big box of assorted birthday cards and a stash of emergency presents for those days when I ask the kids, "well, what does Kid A like?" and they answer, "I dunno" (or "Power Rangers!" and I have a feeling the kid in question probably owns all the Power Rangers and then some).

Also if I were a real mommyblogger, I would write up a whole second post about the conversation this weekend that revealed that a) many people are having the same anxiety about packing lunches for all eternity for the rest of the school year that I am, and b) I am already ahead of the curve when suggesting "pancakes and waffles" is a Big Idea for other folks. This is, oddly, not reassuring. I chalk up my apparent expertise to "coping with a picky eater." Oh, April, my ravenous but selective child, why can I not convince you to eat cheese? Or salami? Or yogurt? Or noodles with stuff on them? Or soup? Or salad? Or eggs? Or peanut butter? Or for God's sake, chocolate?

I cannot, however, figure out how a mommyblogger might address my other big anxiety to-do item. In a month, the kids turn five. At that point, they no longer get to ride public transit for free. I have to get them their very own Clipper card, and that process looks like a bureaucratic hoop and a half.

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[wild_irises]

Seems to me that a mommyblogger would either:

1) write an anxious mommyblog about her/his/zir worries about jumping through the Clipper Card hoops; or

2) jump through all the Clipper Card hoops and then write a mommyblog about how she/he/zie did it; or

3) embrace the power of and.