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Monthly Archive for February, 2011

Almost Generous

Webster gives such a tidy definition for generous: freely giving or sharing.  Sort of pocket-size.  I like it. And I’d like to think my kids understand what it means to be generous…the kind of generous that blesses the socks off of someone else…but I’m… I’m not sure they’ve got it down just yet.  The sourdough bread crusts […]

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I don’t know the legal timeline for wearing the same hat without taking it off–maybe there is none.  But my daughter–for whom I bought a pink fleece hat on Tuesday–and whose bob-lengthed hair I last saw on Tuesday as well–inadvertently put herself in the running for hat-head longevity.  That is, until my husband and I looked at […]

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When Happiness is Most of a Snowman

Sometimes all I need is two-thirds of  a snowman…a bald one… plopped on the picnic table… with a dog hair for a left eyebrow…nothing for arms… and the rest of the carrot I was crunching pulled from my fingers for a nose… And… And sometimes I just need to be prodded from my seat on the couch […]

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That Tasty Yellow Snow

Were our children more discriminitive in their snow eating, I’d not hesitate to open the back door and watch as they tromp past me snow-panted and gloved. “Have at it,” I’d say. Only they would.  Because I’ve seen it.  In winters past, before I could utter, “let’s-not-eat-every-piece-of-snow-we-see,” they’ve dashed by me, eyes aglaze at the four flakes in […]

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Tuesday’s Prayer

Sometimes we just need a do-over. Like right now. A chance to begin the day again–even at three p.m. when it’s completely windy–a miracle that will scratch the memory of the morning.  Because… because how it started and how it snowballed isn’t who we are…or rather, it was who we were, but not who we […]

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The Quantifier

I was not there this time to witness the poop–the Lord had mercy–but I was there to hear about it.  By which time my son showed me with arms spread from east to west just how much he’d pooped.  “Bigger than grandma’s house,” he added.  And the visual was complete. In the kitchen I’d asked my […]

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The Dishwasher Be Done-Did

Because somebody sometime invented the dishwasher, I didn’t have to spend my time piddling around at the sink muttering about dirty dishes I didn’t want to wash.  Which I considered a good thing.  And which might’ve merited a ‘Hallelujah,’ had I actually spoken aloud. Then because my son asked yesterday if the dishwasher was clean, […]

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Swivel Chair Smarts

That our son was standing in his pajamas last night on a swivel chair was a broken bone itchin’ to happen. Only it didn’t. Our son had hollered a single, “WATCH ME.”  Which we had.  And before my husband or I could reflex anything, he’d done a two-footed jump from the swirling computer chair and smacked himself […]

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Need Me Some Sleep. Pronto.

At the three o’ clock hour I folded.  As in, my mind had played one game too many of Backyardigans Memory, Giant Dice, and Tri-ominos, and I just… I just wanted to close my eyes.  Which turned into my eyes closing on their own.  And my two children–God bless them–doing whatever they wanted for the next […]

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Oh…How God Loves Us

Nevermind the magnetic words on our fridge.  Or the directions of the letters.  They were just along for the ride. What matters is the words that aren’t seen… The ones our son, easily mistaken for a bumblebee here, belted from the bottom of his chest, the ones that went like this:  “HOW GOD LOVES ME…OH, HOW […]

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