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Monthly Archive for July, 2010

If a little boy doesn’t want to take a nap, he’ll claim in full volume from the top of the stairs that he’s not tired. So I’ll do some quick thinking–none of it helpful–and allow his still-pajama’d body to join us down stairs, so long as there’s no whining. His selective hearing won’t register the […]

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One Dam Day

On the 4th of July we’d decided to drive the extra two hours to see the Grand Coulee Dam.  We’d driven five hours to visit friends in eastern Washington.  So two additional hours (if you’re streaking through sagebrush at 75 mph in a blue van to see the biggest dam in the country), seemed like a bargain.  We […]

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A Day in Her Life

At times I think she is better suited as his mommy than I am.  If he is to potty train in this lifetime, she will likely be the one who walks him through it.   He trusts her, and on his own time schedule will do just about anything she suggests, even if it’s aiming his pee […]

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Toes of Sorrow; Toes of Joy

I’ve slipped away from our slumber party, as his eyes have finally closed and his tears are all used up.  For now.  And this once…or maybe it’s already the thirtieth time, I’ll rehash those ten seconds.  The ones where he asks me if he can get a pair of scissors down so he can cut […]

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The Visit

My three year old made it out the front door without his  shoes.  Hardly a surprise. The screen door was giving its last hesitation before finally clicking closed, and thinking he was being left behind, he ditched the shoes and squeezed his hiny out. Which I mentally decided was fine. We were only headed next door. Our neighbors are retired and […]

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All the Pretty Shells

He hung back from us a bit, meticulously gathering the prettiest shells from the beach.  When he looked up, we were yards away.  “Wait. Wait for me,” he shouted.  Before we could turn our attention elsewhere, he jockeyed his way over the rocks still cradling his shells.  “See, ” he beamed.  And with two hands extended he showcased […]

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The Forbidden Fruit

 If you’ve driven through Eastern Washington lately–or ever–and spied an apple orchard in your peripheral or if you grew up there like I did, then you can be certain of one thing. The apples aren’t ready for picking yet. They’re tiny and hard.  Pale-green and wiry.  And they taste how you’d expect they would 3 months from maturation.  […]

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Sparing the Rod

He was direct.  No fluffy talk.  No talk at all, really.  Just a blurt from his car seat. “Do you want a spanking?”  Hmmm… I gave it some thought. Did I want a spanking?  “I’m serious,” he added.  And I thought some more. “I’m serious,” he shouted again. “Nope. I’m all caught up on spankings,” I […]

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The Binky String

Who knows what it’s called really, along with who cares, but in a pinch, like right now, it’s called the binky string.  Also known as the thing that couldn’t be found last night and the thing I’d’ve slipped somebody a twenty for and garbled, “keep da change.” Three doses of look-for-binky fun in the same night will do that to a […]

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We be smart

I’ve got an older sister who in my memory took little pity on me when I was younger.  And sometime way back in middle school–at least I’m hoping–my sister convinced me that the word ‘gullible’ wasn’t in the dictionary. I say ‘convinced’ loosely here, as she didn’t have to work at it or anything.  She just […]

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