Chen May Yee swapped life as a foreign correspondent in Asia for domesticity in Minneapolis, where she lives with preschooler Maya, kindergartener Zoe and husband Chris, a stay-at-home dad. She writes about healthcare at the Star Tribune and hankers after warmer climates.

Kay Krhin makes daily attempts to balance doing more with less and less with more at work and home, more or less. She is married to multi-faceted modern man Peter and is a slightly seasoned mother to preschooler Ben and toddler Vivian.

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Washed and found

Posted by: Kay Krhin under Family Updated: December 25, 2010 - 9:11 PM

Some people pray to dear St. Anthony to find lost things. I just go to the full service car wash. 

In the pre-kid years I was thrilled when the car wash attendants found a beloved misplaced earring or an ID card that had fallen in a crevice. But now with two kids in the back seat the found loot increases ten fold.  After a recent car wash  to blast the debilitating ice hunks out of my wheel wells, I re-entered my car to discover a heap of found objects from the depths of my car piled on one of the car seats. The list included: a little lost sheep, a sock, a mismatched glove and mitten, three trains, one caboose, two favorite board books, a race car and a kitten. 

When the kids got back in the car it was like Christmas morning all over again as they became re-acquainted with their treasures. 

Anything interesting ever resurfaced for you at the car wash? 

 

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