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Monthly Archive for September, 2010

The Gifts God Gives

Thirty years ago under slightly different circumstances, this was me.  I was in the first grade without teeth, dragging my bag home alone as I rounded the block onto Columbine Street.  And not that it matters so much, but I was looking down, completely oblivious to anything but the sidewalk in front of me…already burdened with life.  Which was why […]

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Thug Husband

For being fairly photogenic, my husband surprised us all with his two new pictures.  For his passport.  The dinky postage-stamp sized ones that uh, end up being somewhat permanent.  But just for ten years or so.  The kind you don’t take a sharpie to and give yourself a mustache or a couple of horns.  Or […]

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Burrito Kitty

When I’d walked inside, there’d been two separate things on the picnic table.  A purple towel.  And a black and white cat.  The melding of the two had not crossed my mind.     But then I was not three nor into wrapping every creature we own, find or chase down, in blankets, wet wipes or purple towels, as has […]

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The Museum of Glass…with Children

We did something new on Saturday.  Borderline risky.  Marginally unsmart. But overall an education.  We took two small children to The Museum of Glass.  Guh–lass.  The stuff that shatters.  Having never been there ourselves, we had no idea just how much there was to break.  Or if they would lend us a friendly smile as we entered […]

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When Winning Doesn't Matter

Some time over the summer we bought this game.  Chunks.  Not the healthiest sounding, I realize, but one my daughter and I play often.  Like this morning before her brother drug his blanket entourage down the stairs and needed both of our attention. “How ’bout a game?” I’d asked her.  “How ’bout ‘Chunks’?” she asked me […]

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Sugar Sugar…

It started out with a personal hankering for something sweet.  A small something.  Just a bite, really.  Only the moment I asked, “does anyone want to help me make cookies?”  two children appeared from thin air and jumped up on the same chair. I doubt she’s choking him here.  I think this is more after […]

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Why We Homeschool…

Because I forget sometimes, this is for me… A reminder, that is. About why we’re homeschooling. 1.  She’s really a teacher.  Patient as they come. Nevermind that they’re both in their pjs or that his robot bottoms have a hole in the crotch that he keeps messing with.  Completely nevermind.  It’s that he’s sitting still long enough to […]

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The Six Principles of Potty Pride

Boy, fewer things get us more excited (uh…used loosely, of course) six times in the same day than a little boy whizzing in the toilet and bragging about a dry pull-up.  Though how he figured out how he could do it all standing up is still a mystery to me.  I, uh, wasn’t the one to show him.  […]

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When Only Daddy'll Do

I was wondering if my son might’ve been confused as to whom had given him birth.  Without drugs.  On a Friday morning three and half years ago.  He had to have been.   Well… nah…he had to have been. Confused, that is.  About his birth and all. We’d gotten home just minutes before my sister-in-law had […]

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Left Behind

I’ve checked my phone a few times, but ain’t nobody called.  Which is good, I guess.  As it probably means everyone’s alive and well.  Or they’re too kind to call.  Oh…goodness, may it not be that. Eight hours ago, the radical happened. I left behind the child who has clung like super glue to my leg, my […]

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