From the tree. To the shirt. To the bin. To the measuring cup. To the pan. To the blue-eyed stir-er. Still stirring. To the jar… upside down…on the towel. Apricot Jam.
Monthly Archive for July, 2011
A year ago I stood in the same shorts I was wearing yesterday. With the same kids. In front of the same sign. This was then. And this was yesterday. I think the kids are taller. Weird. Whatever it was about Silver Falls last year, it left an impression on these two. And they yammered […]
Morning girl. Morning Boy. Mid-day girl. Mid-day boy. Boy. Boy. Ahem…boy. Girl. Afternoon girl. Afternoon boy and girl. Girl. Boy.
Sometimes… without proper articulation… mommy’s had enough. Enough whining. Enough ingratitude. Enough questions. Enough of all it. Whatever it is. And sometimes… for no ONE reason… mommy needs to be alone. To breathe. To sit. To be. To eat without sharing. To read a page in a book…and then the next page. To hear the […]
Last summer it took the help of a village to get our daughter to ride her two-wheeler without training wheels. At various times my husband, our friend Kim, and my brother-in-law Jason all trotted or trailed or panted behind our daughter who may as well been trying to ride a piece of limp spaghetti. Our […]
I was not in the kitchen when my husband squished out a fart. But my children were. At which time my husband said, “did you hear that? Barking spiders.” My kids went on the hunt, suddenly wary of being barefoot. “Are they poisonous?” my daughter wanted to know. “You’ll have to ask your mom,” my […]
My son slunk into the kitchen where I stood beside the sink. “I had a good dream last night,” he said. I threw the dish towel toward the counter and bent down to hear the scoop. A smile took over his face. “I dreamed I was reading.” At 9:45 p.m my daughter met me at the […]
I uttered to my husband over lunch what probably doesn’t matter to anyone but me, that tomorrow–July 21st–marks a whole year that I’ve been plunking away at my blog. One year. Happy Anniversary to me. I had to wipe my eyes. And then I had to make these cookies. Because… because I needed them. Oatmeal […]
Though my husband and I were twenty feet apart with a volleyball net between us, our son addressed us both. “Why did you have to marry?” he asked. I mimed to my husband, “what’d he say?” Our son postured his frustration with both arms. “Why’d you have to marry?” We let the volleyball hit the ground. In […]
We’d heard enough of the harmonica, which was when we sent our son outside to honk away. And then closed the door. He came in moments later and retrieved the recorder, the instrument known for its single hair-raising note, and blew with gusto til the pets shrank away and no one was sure his own name. […]