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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
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Seven years!

As of tomorrow, I'll have been writing this blog for seven years. My blog's a first-grader! When I began writing here, Henry was sixteen months old; now he's shaving. (Well, he could shave. His legs, anyway. Kid's got some hairy legs.)

Here's a visual, to help you cry. My baby then:


And now:

He wanted me to sled.

I know.

Before I start looking at more pictures of my son as an adorable toddler and spend the rest of the afternoon bawling on the couch, I wanted to say thank you. The last seven years have been action-packed, in both excellent and terrible ways, and through it all you've supported me, cheered me on, and given me a kick in the ass when I needed it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

According to my stats there are many of you who read and never comment. Which is fine, but today, please say hello! Tell me who you are, what brought you to Finslippy, what you're up to, what your favorite cheese is--whatever. I really don't care. I mean, I care, but I'm not going to demand you tell me your life story. But I would welcome hearing your life story! If you felt like writing it. I'll stop now.

As a reward for commenting, you'll be in the running to receive a copy of my friend Jessie Sholl's new book, Dirty Secret. I wrote about Jessie's book on my Redbook blog, but I wanted to do a giveaway here. Dirty Secret is Jessie's story of growing up with a mom who's a hoarder, and it's a doozie of a book. (And yes, I did just write the word "doozie." I couldn't decide between that and "humdinger.") It's funny and harrowing and ultimately uplifting. You will enjoy it! So comment, and a week from today I'll announce the winner.

Reader Comments (946)

Hi Alice,

I'm a long-time lurker on your blog. I've been following your story since I discovered parenting blogs 5 or so years ago, when I was working as a nanny and looked to the internet for advice and solace.

Your writing is so consistently touching and you seem like a genuinely kind person, I'm happy to get a glimpse of your life.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterEmily

That is one cute chunk of toddler! Nom! (Gahd, they grow up fast.)

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRuthWells

Happy Anniversary. I truly enjoy reading your blog -- I think I actually smile when I see that you have a new post up on my reader.

I think the reason I love your writing so much is that you write in a way that makes me relate to your feeling so well. We come from completely different backgrounds (I'm in the rural south), yet I feel like I really "GET" where you are coming from so often and I recognize that you are articulating what so many of us feel when you write a great post.


January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLaura

Time flies. Indeed it does. I'd love that book. I wonder if hoarding is about wanting connection somehow--to objects (or else believing they love you back). I'm musing about this at Live with Flair. I really think happiness is about connection with people.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLivewithFlair


I'm new to this world of 'blogging'. As in, I started reading your blog this year, which makes me like a baby reader. And I've got three kids. And I mom them. Thus, I read your blog in a hopeless attempt of escapism from laundry and vomit. P.S. My kids vomit. A lot.

My favorite type of cheese is cheddar. Or those mozzarella sticks. But i never get to eat those because my kids are busy eating them.

Life Story:

So, my parents did it. Like, they had sex. They had nasty gross parent sex. Which some how made me exist magically. Then I lived. I birthed three younglings. And then I bought a farm, it's a tiny farm. Five acres, and tiny. And a farm. A small farm. It makes things interesting, like this morning my kitten was carrying my screaming newborn rabbit across my face while I was sleeping. And so then, at five in the morning, I had to find my glasses, which the kitten had thought about and carefully scooted under the dresser and run around screaming "don't eat that baby rabbit it's not a mouse!" Even though it was squeaking EXACTLY like a mouse, and is the same size. Pretty much it is a mouse with a shorter tail. And I thought for a moment, maybe I should just let her keep the rabbit so she'll be a good mouser, or I should take it from her and maybe for the rest of her life my home will be mouse infested for no apparent reason.

In the end I got the rabbit baby back, and it was fine. And the kitten was happy too, and I think she's hoping to play another round of "watch mommy chase me while I eat her pets." However, I have hidden the rabbits and she'll never find them again! However, also, I am not sure I can find them again.........

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMarilyn

WOW! Seven years! Congratulations! (And the photos are so cute - look at those little toddler cheeks!!)

I comment irregularly, but I have been reading for a year or so (or something?) and I love every post.

Happy blogiversary!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLife of a Doctor's Wife

Hi Alice! I am a lurker, and I think you are terrific. Henry is terrific too! Maybe I'll start commenting more often; thanks for calling me out. Oh, and my favorite cheese is Gouda.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterJackie

i have been reading you from the east village (and other places) for almost seven years. don't remember how i landed here.
my favorite cheese is gruyere. all other cheeses are great too, but clearly inferior.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterbeyond

Dear Alice,

Hello my dear. I am indeed one of your delighted lurkers. My sons are 10 and 13. I am Canadian.

There, I'm OUT. You know all. Well, maybe there's more. But we should have tea or something before I tell you everything.

Best wishes,


January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKaren

Happy 7th blog birthday! I started following you when my daughter introduced me to your blog. Wish I had more to time to read...unfortunately, work beckons too often!!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLulu

I've been reading you about 5 years, and you're the only blogger my husband instantly recognizes by name when I tell a story. (AKA you're my favorite blogger and apparently I talk about you a lot. Even though I have never commented before - sorry!)

My son is only 2 months old so even your BEFORE picture made me tear up - how do they get so big?!?

Either a really funky goat cheese, or melt in your mouth burrata.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLaura

I've been reading you for at least 5 of those 7 years and I'm 99.9% certain I've never commented. I don't have kids and don't want kids - but you make me laugh. I think that says it all!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKaren

Links from other blogs like Dooce and Suburban Bliss brought me here and I stayed for your wit and humor! Happy seven years of blogging. I have a one year old and already I look at his baby photos from 14 months ago and sob. I can't imagine what it is going to be like when he is SEVEN! Is that even possible?

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMartha

Hello! I can't actually remember how I found your blog. It was sometime during Colick Hell, I think. I'm grateful to have found it, anyway, and so enjoy reading your work. Happy Blog Birthday!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDesi

I don't know if I've ever commented - maybe once or twice. I'm a photographer, living in NYC, and I'm a huge fan of goat cheese. Yummmmmm.

I've been reading for probably a year, but I don't remember how I found you (maybe through Girl's Gone Child?). But once I did, I just kept coming back for more, because the way you write always makes me laugh.

Happy Blog Birthday!!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKatie Jane

I found Finslippy from the articles you wrote for the now-defunct Wondertime magazine. I have a 9-year-old son, so I can always relate to your Henry stories.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterKerri

Hi! I don't remember how I originally found finslippy, but I know it was 5 or 6 years ago. Because I remember reading you at work, and the last time I had a "job" that I had to "leave my house" for was 5 years ago. Anyway, I've stuck around because you're a humdinger or a wordsmith.

(I like all the cheeses.)

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterNichole

I arrived in the early years when you were taking a picture of your hair every day. Still love that haircut.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMomQueenBee

It is amazing how quickly time time seems to go by. Congrats on the birthday of your blog and to all that you have achieved in the last seven years. You should indeed be very very proud!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterLeAnn

I don't comment very often but here I am, delurking to say Happy Blogiversary!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterShannon

My favorite cheese is muenster or gorgonzola depending on what it's being used for. :-)

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered Commentersarah

Hello there.
I've been reading your blog for about two years now. I think my Google Reader account suggested it, which is strange because we have almost zero in common. But I kept reading because I find your writing so endearing and funny. Happy Blog-iversary!

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterChloe

Well, all right then, since you asked and all. I don't recall how I wandered over here (Amalah? Fussy? Something like that), but I did quite a while back and I'm happy when a new post pops up in my reader.

I like tiny fresh mozzarella balls. (Ha, balls.) I have a two-year-old who does not like cheese and I fear he may be an alien.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSt. Eph

Hello! Congratulations on 7 years.

Smoked firehouse cheddar from the farmer's market, by the way.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterSmalltown Mom

Well, I've commented here before, but not often enough. I love the photo of your wee-boy. What a pink-cheeked little lamb he was! And currently (and also lamely) my favorite cheese is cream cheese. It's a long story.

January 26, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMarie Green

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