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Monthly Archive for May, 2011

Sometimes, as in nearly never, it feels like only a  haiku will do.    Tonight was one of those ‘sometimes.’ Fruit Snack Haikus: Him “I can’t believe it– We get a fruit snack tonight! I’m not sharing mine.” Her “Oooh, I love these, Mom. I think I’ll savor each one by sucking on it.” Dinner Haikus: […]

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When Duty Calls

Sometimes I see things I’m not expecting. Like two untied tennis shoes kicked to the curb under the women’s handicapped stall door at Bethany Baptist Church.  My son who’d entered a moment earlier was seated and trying to make peace with the four pancakes he’d eaten last night. I hoped all was going well. Or smoothly…heh. […]

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Preschool. Done-Did.

I know there’s supposed to be a certain amount of sentiment that goes with finishing preschool.  Like tears or something. Only… all I’ve got is a kid who can’t stop smiling and asking what’s for lunch. Love him.

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Saw, Scissors and Dirt

The same child who shouted a moment ago, “watch this, mommy!” and then rode “no hands” for most of a second on a bike still attached to its training wheels is also the child I found in the garage alone yesterday holding a hack saw and carrying two pairs of scissors in his right pocket.   Not that […]

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Wet Bike Seats

Four days ago I hustled out to the backyard and drug in somebody’s bike.  The clouds were already emptying, and I kept worrying about that poor bike seat.  Only… only I probably should have just shrugged instead because… the four-year old owner of that bike grinned at his new indoor possibilities and took off rounding corners […]

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When Roses Are Red…

Sometimes I stumble upon this and… and I remember why we’re homeschooling. In fact I forget for a moment the constant strain to be organized and socialized and educatized. I even forget how much laundry we have. Because poetry-for-two ‘neath a green blanket in their pjs is more than I could have asked for.   She reads, and […]

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Nine Chocolate Chips

Because I didn’t blink, I witnessed my son’s cookie disappear in three chomps…to include the visual act of chewing. Across the table, I watched my daughter whittle her cookie down to half its size in just thirty-five nibbles.  In a lumpy pile at her fingertips was each chocolate chip still crusty with oatmeal.  “The most chocolate chips I’ve ever […]

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Aw, Nuts!

Our son has yet to fall on the bar of his bicycle and crumple into a little ball.  We’ll give that time. But he did manage to do one better.  While scaling the A-frame of our playset, his feet slipped and…and the rest of him straddled the edge of the wood frame on the way […]

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Channel 1

We were four blocks and six minutes from the YMCA, growing older at a red light, when my daughter requested we listen to the music on channel 1. I felt like I could pass on the violins today. But… but it was the way my daughter asked–so unassumingly–that I pushed our first programmed radio station button– […]

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Tagged

I was hovering somewhere between the dishwasher and the fridge when my son slapped my behind giddily and shouted,  “You’re it!” With a reflexed left hand, I swiped his shoulder and countered, ” nope, bud.   You’re it.”   My son crept in closer, circling the kitchen with his pointer finger, ready to poke and run.  I washed my hands […]

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