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Monthly Archive for January, 2011

When Dad’s On Duty

My weekend bags were still in my hand when I saw my son bent over the sink with his dad examining a cut neither could see.  Only it wasn’t the gesture that made me smile, so much as it was the overdose of green and yellow my husband had dressed them both in. Someone had taken color […]

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Catch Me if You Can

I did not anticipate reaching a speed past a mere jog.  But that was before my son zinged past me on the downhill on his Christmas bike, both legs in the air and in their wake, two plastic training wheels creaking like decrepit canes all aimed at the parked white van on the corner. That […]

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Some time in the fifth grade, I wrote to the Chamber of Commerce in Fresno, California.  Only I don’t know even the gist of the assignment or how I ended up with Fresno.  None of which matters now anyway.  I just remember that somebody in Fresno wrote me back.    And I wonder now if  ‘seventh heaven’ can […]

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Tinkle Interrupted

I sat down twice today.  That I remember.  Both times to use the bathroom and regroup for six seconds.  Only the library bathroom’s metal door didn’t stop my son from crawling underneath to check on my progress.  Or from me seeing him slip out the main door before I’d retucked anything and flushed.  If they heard […]

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As our son unzipped his pjs with news  he had something to show us, I was certain it was his lack of underwear we were about to be front row and center to.  And, well, I was prepared. But he surpassed our expectations by first having underwear, albeit inside out and appearing to strangle what it […]

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I don’t know the attraction.  I only know that every few months or less, my daughter requests to watch the Cuisinart food processor ‘how-to’ DVD.  And, well, I let her. So for eight minutes while the gal in the green shirt shows my daughter how simple it is to assemble our food processor and how she should […]

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Does this Sweater Make Me Look Old?

I don’t know what–other than having forty birthdays–makes a person officially forty. But that’s what my husband said, as he descended the last of the stairs, “I think I’m officially forty.”  Only he has been for eleven and a half months. But then I saw him.  And…heh.  I got it.  Before me in his new […]

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Pint-size President

It started with a little voting. I raised my hand for Chutes and Ladders, and my daughter hers for Twister.  I was all in for egg salad, and my daughter shrugged and said she was, too.  We both voted the dog should stay out.  And at three o’ clock with her brother around, we all […]

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Born to Car-Barf

Back when seatbelts were still a suggestion and more cars like our station wagon still had the mono-front seat where the driver could sit, as well as his six friends, and where for a little air, you had to roll down your own window with elbow grease…back when at least our car was like that, I was in […]

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When Happiness is a Check Mark in a Box

Unlike my son whose thoughts revolve around biting the butter, hugging the ketchup bottle and pleading for ice cream, my daughter merely wants to know what we’re doing tomorrow. Which was why she sat up in bed with the attention of someone playing four bingo cards, and ticked off on her fingers all the things I mentioned we […]

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