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Monthly Archive for March, 2011

When the Sun Don’t Shine

Gray.  It’s what’s outside. And rain.  Good heavens…  It’s out there, too. But blocks…the ones we build and stack with, the ones that have grown in interest the soggier the grass has gotten, the ones we can balance on top of each other with a shaky hand and that clatter to the coffee table just as […]

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It isn’t so much that our daughter is reading to her queasy brother bundled in his train blanket on the couch, though that would be enough.  Nor is it that she’s on her third book.  It’s that deep inside she’s a helper and a giver…and, well…sometimes the pull is strong. Which was why she slipped from […]

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There’s a Place in France…

I don’t remember the song being called “The Snake Charmer.”  But then what I remember with the same tune didn’t have a name at all.  Because… because it’s jingles like these that don’t really go out of the consciousness once they’re in there.  Neither do the words. And so as my daughter’s piano teacher assigned her “The […]

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One Trick Pony

The peep show didn’t last long.  But then its only performer had only one act.  And the act, mind you, wasn’t going to make it to any other stage. Uh…a mother can hope. I’d rounded the stairs at the same time my son showed up on the landing wearing–technically nothing–except his sister’s dolphin necklace dangling […]

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Saturday’s Princess

Besides reporting to me this morning, before I’d even thrown a leg out of bed, that she’d let her brother use the pink bowl for his cereal–the coveted pink bowl, of which we have one, my daughter went into ultra-help mode around nine a.m. I didn’t get it. And I didn’t ask. I just watched as she […]

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Poop Perspective

The real gem today wasn’t so much the new park we visited in the middle of a cloudburst–though the little bike trails were nice.  It was the visit to the port-a-potty where my daughter blurted indiscreetly that she had to drop a log.  By which time I shuddered. Twice. That the zipper on her coat would choose the […]

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Love this Guy

 FOUR years ago, God blessed our socks off.  At 9:16 in the morning–(but who’s looking at the clock-heh), he gave us this guy–the one behind the chair at the library–all nine crying pounds of him.  And the truth is… we’ve never been the same. Nor has the dog. Or the cat. Definitely not the cat. […]

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When Size Matters

It happens every March.  The itch for berries.  Fresh ones.  The kind that grow haphazardly on branches or in patches in our backyard.  The kind that, glancing at our backyard, are nowhere close to budding because we haven’t seen the sun for months.  And because, well, it ain’t July. But God bless California whose berries, though no permanent […]

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In the Ear of the Beholder

We’d hardly left preschool, when on the straight-stretch a mostly-white beater caught up with us and matched us rpm for rpm. Only, c’mon…this thing had nothin’ on our van. At the red light, when the driver of the two-door beater shifted from first to second and backfired, I scrambled for anything to jam in my ear.  My […]

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To Each His Own Mac

I made macaroni and cheese tonight.  The homemade stuff.  The kind that begins with butter and gets serious with the cheese.  A whole bunch of cheese.  The kind of macaroni my kids snub with wrinkled noses because it doesn’t taste like the box kind.  Or as my daughter put it after the taste test, the kind […]

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