September 2011
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BOYS WITH LONG HAIR
I’ve been having a discussion (**note discussion not argument**) with my husband over the length of our 2 year old’s hair. He has the most beautiful reddish-brown hair with soft flowing curls down to his shoulders.  If you straighten it out, his hair falls to the mid of his back.   It’s beautiful.  He’s beautiful.    But last night I had to detangle Sammy’s...
Sep 29th
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Let's Play 5 Questions
I’m going to start a new thing on Tara’s Take- “Let’s Play 5 Questions!”   Once a week, I will ask five simple questions and then give my answers.  Now, I know tons of you read this blog, so I’m hoping y’all will play along and tell me your answers. Today the theme is music!  Here we go: 1) Nirvana or Pearl Jam? Being from Seattle and coming of age...
Sep 27th
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This is my Dad.  His name is Merv.  Merv spent 30 years seving his country in the military, retiring at the rank Master Sergeant in the US Army. Often when he was frustrated with his kids inability to do a task, or describing someone who was inept at his job, he would say this:  ” It’s like a cub bear playing with his dick”.    I used that once on my teacher in the 3rd grade....
Sep 26th
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LITTLE MIRACLES
Two years ago today I gave birth to my second son, Samuel Stephen Teddy Finestone. What a mouthful, right?  He’s named after Me Hub’s great grandfather (Samuel), and his brother (Stephen)  and also my brother (Teddy).    September 25, 2009 was the best and worst day of my life.   Sam was born and almost died the same day.  He was a big boy (almost 9 pounds) and full-term, but for some...
Sep 25th
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Sep 25th
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ME HUBS
I realized this morning that I haven’t properly introduced me hubs to my virtual friends here on Tara’s Take.  This is Peter.  He is my heart and soul.  The Yin to My Yang.  And the pain to my ass. We have been together since 2003, but we married just about three years ago, AFTER we had our first child (collective gasp).  This is us before we got hitched at the courthouse in Ventura...
Sep 23rd
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I WANT SOME MILK
The Scene: My 3 year old son walks into the room as I was getting dressed Thursday for work.
3YO Son: (staring at my boobs) I want some milk, mom.
Me: Milk?
3YO Son: Yes, Mom... from those.. (and points at my girls).
Me: Sorry Bug, there's no more milk.
3YO Son: (exasperated) Did Sammy drink all of it?
Me: (laughing) Yep, all gone.
The Take Away: He, nor his brother, has breastfed in years. It's obvious I'm raising a boob man.
Sep 23rd
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NEWSROOM Lesson #3
I’ve worked in the news business for (cough) nearly 18 years now.  I’m a what you call a veteran, even though (at times)  I still think of myself as the punk 24 year old who just got out of college.   My first TV gig paid a whopping $7.00 an hour.  And I earned every penny of that salary.  I’ve covered presidential elections, presidential recalls, tornadoes, hurricanes,...
Sep 22nd
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Sep 22nd
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HERE KITTY, KITTY...
I usually try and read a book (or two) to the Savages in the morning because I’m not here at night to put them to bed (I work swing shift). Today I grabbed an old classic given to them by my mother-in-law, who by the way I adore.  This book was one of the first books she read to my husband- her baby. Ahhh.. I know, that’s sweet, right? Inside the pages, there are beautiful...
Sep 21st
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Sep 21st
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MERV LIFE LESSON #4
This is my dad.  His name is Merv.  Merv raised his seven kids in the Northwest, the rainy, cold Northwest.  Anytime we had a heat wave (ie: it was Sunny and 65 degrees) Dad would repeat this phrase at least 14 times a day:   ”Tara-Bear, It’s hotter than a whore’s dream”.   Growing up I didn’t know what a whore was, but it didn’t matter.  I just knew I wanted...
Sep 20th
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CALLED OUT BY MY ALMOST 2 YEAR OLD
My almost 2 year old has had a rash of ear infections this past year.   This morning, he once again woke up with all the symptoms- cold, slight fever, stuffy nose,  irritable, etc.   So, today we made another emergency trip to the pediatricians office— the 3rd visit in just six weeks.  Last time I was there with the Animal (my almost 2 year old) I was lectured by his doctor because I still...
Sep 20th
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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BLOGGY
It’s been 29 days since I made my first blog post.   I did it on a whim one morning after something funny went down in the kitchen with me hubs and our a$$holes.  After the incident, I had  one of those moments that I often do with myself, thinking, “I should be writing this down”.  But this time I actually did.  And 29 days later it’s evolved into “Tara’s...
Sep 19th
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Sep 19th
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Holding Vigil on a Sunday
My husband and 3YO son are out on a Sunday morning bike ride.  Our son insisted they do a drive-by of his new preschool. Me hubs just texted me this photo.  It appears our son is holding vigil outside his classroom door until his teacher, Miss Kathleen, comes. In the future when he tells me “I hate school”, I will pull this photo out of the family archive and promptly call him a...
Sep 18th
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Saturday In The Park
My husband and I learned a lesson today:  Saturday is not a good day to visit a theme park in Southern California.  Not even if you have free passes because the company you work for owns the park; Not even if the theme park is only 15 minutes from your home; Not even if you have free parking.  No, Saturday is NOT a good day to visit a theme park in Southern California. In closing, I’d like...
Sep 18th
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BIG FAT LIARS
THIS JUST IN:   A story that impacts all those parents who say ” my kids keep me young”.   Tara’s Take has confirmed it’s complete and utter bullshit.  Those parents are in denial and lying to themselves so they can get through the day.   Now back to your regularly scheduled program.
Sep 15th
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MERV LIFE LESSON #3
This is my dad.  His name is Merv.  From an early age he dispensed advice to his seven kids like only a Merv could do.  When the going got tough, Merv got real:  ”Tara-Bear, you’re just shoveling shit against the tide”.  For years I never understood what that meant, but I always knew I was fucked when he said it.  
Sep 15th
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Mommy Food Confessions
Confession time.  It’s a biggie. Ready?   Here goes: I hate feeding my kids.  I hate it.  I hate it.  I  hate it. Yes, I  HATE FEEDING MY KIDS.   It’s not that I don’t want  them to eat. It’s not that at all. You see, one of the Savages is a picky eater and won’t eat anything. The other Savage is a human vacuum and can never get enough food. My almost two year old is obsessed with pasta. He wants...
Sep 15th
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MOM, I'M FUCTED
The Scene:  For the past few weeks I have been warning my 3 year old son NOT to pick his nose. He’s become a master picker and the outside of his left nostril has become a bit red.  And the warning FINALLY hit home.   3YO Son:  Mom, Mom I gotsa tell you something! Me:  Sure, what’s up 3YO Son: I’m Fuct. Me:   Sorry?  You are what? 3 YO Son: (shaking his head, concerned) ...
Sep 14th
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WASH, RINSE, REPEAT.... MOST DAYS
Most days are pretty much the same ol’ routine.   But some days I get to do really cool things.  On this this particular day in June I hung out backstage at the Johnny Cash Music Festival in Ventura, California.   My husband was asked to produce/direct the festivals official video.  I have a little experience interviewing people, so me hubs usually lets me tag along to talk with the...
Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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Sep 13th
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Mom, God is Friends With Batman and Robin?
I believe in God, but I’m not religious.  I was baptized Lutheran but never went to Lutheran church.   When I was about 10 years old, I spent a week at a Baptist vacation bible school only because the Baptists agreed to take 4 of the 7 Wallis kids off my parents hands for a week.  And it was free.  I dated mostly Catholic boys growing up.  And somehow I married a Jew.  But my JewHub...
Sep 12th
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Sep 12th
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10 YEARS LATER: 5 REASONS TO LAUGH
September 11, 2001 was and still is an unfathomable day that resulted in so much pain and anguish for so many people not only in America, but also around the world.   I know I can’t say anything profound about the 10th anniversary of the attacks.   So I  thought I’d give you a few things to make you smile, perhaps even make you laugh: 5. The soundtrack  to the film...
Sep 11th
“9/10/11”
– Order-if only just for a day
Sep 10th
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Sep 9th
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Sep 9th
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Sep 8th
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Sep 8th
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Sep 8th
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I'M A TROLL
Yes, a troll.  A bottom feeder who is now whoring herself on Facebook and Twitter.  I feel dirty.   If you haven’t heard yet (or noticed the big pink thingy to your right)  the Holy Grail in the Mommy world, Parents Magazine, thinks this blog is funny.   Yes, I’m funny!  Finally, validation to what I’ve telling friends and family for years. My little blog has been nominated in...
Sep 7th
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“You’ve lost weight? I can almost see your waistline again”
– CoWorker to Me
Sep 7th
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Sep 6th
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Sep 6th
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Just now in long checkout line at Target
3YO Son: (excitedly) mom, mom.. Guess what?
Me: what?
3YO Son: (yells) I got boobies!
Me: (embarrassed) yes, you do have boobies
3 YO Son: (even louder) Mom, I got great big boobies! Just like you!
Me: (Dying) thanks for pointing that out
Sep 5th
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Sep 5th
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Sep 4th
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Nanny Mind Games
One afternoon a couple of weeks ago, as I was getting ready for work, I heard my nanny yell, “Taracita, come here!” I made the three foot journey from my bedroom into the living room.  And standing there pointing at the ground was our Bolivian Nanny. “Look, Taracita, Look,” she whispered. On the ground was my almost 2 year old son lying on his stomach. He had his head...
Sep 4th
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Sep 3rd
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“What a waste of time. I’m so glad I’m drunk, otherwise I’d be...”
– A rejected contestant at “The Voice Auditions in LA, via my friend Bridget
Sep 2nd
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Sep 1st
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Wiener is not an Apple!
Husband: (yelling in another room) I'm going to kill you Wiener!
3YO Son: (concerned) Why does Daddy want to kill Wiener?
Me: Daddy doesn't want to kill Wiener Dog, he's just mad cause he went pee-pee on the floor.
Husband: (yelling in another room). Get outside a#$hole! (door slams).
3YO Son: (running into the other room) Daddy! Wiener is NOT an apple!
Me: (mumbling) you're right son, Wiener is not an apple, he's a prick.
Sep 1st