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Monthly Archive for August, 2011

Oh, Deer

When we saw the deer, it was stradding both lanes.  Like it was waiting for something. Only we weren’t sure it’d still be waiting when we got close. Which was when I stomped on the brakes and listened as our tires signed their names with a thirty foot strip of rubber. The deer watched…appeared to […]

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Someday…

Someday… he may build for real. With a hammer of his own. Or operate a digger that’s not pink. Someday… he might have a collection of something other than driftwood. Or fix a toilet… Or two. Someday… Sweet someday. He may look at this picture with his daddy and remember how he said, “I want […]

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Mystery Gas

We were both standing at the pantry debating on cereal when my son crinkled his face and grabbed his nose. I caught a whiff.  And staggered. He wasn’t kidding. A doozer. “What’d you eat, bud?” I asked. He shrugged. “I didn’t eat anything.  It camed out all by itself.”

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No Sew Lion

Several weeks ago our September 2011 Disney Family Fun magazine came in the mail. And sat somewhere.  Like in a basket. Which wasn’t on purpose.  I just couldn’t gather 30 minutes together to look through the thing. Until Wednesday night when I was willingly confined to a chair while someone cut my hair and turned […]

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Sweet Reunion

We’d prepared our daughter for the birth of her brother the best we could. Only moments before she met him, we worried that it wasn’t enough. Would she feel dethroned?  Resent us? Would she ask us to send him back? We’d heard of angry siblings–had even seen some–and we didn’t want that. Which was when […]

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The Age of Responsibility

I trusted my son with a steak knife this morning. The equivalent of saying, “I love you.  I’m so proud of you.  I can’t believe how much you’re growing.” At which time my son started slicing mushrooms with the air of someone trusted. His whole being resonated with worth and purpose. And he sliced as […]

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Summer Reading

Have book. Will read. In any position. Amen.

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A Really Cool Show

Our son’s voice was above a whisper in the backseat.  We heard every word. “Hey, sissy,” he said.  “You want to see a really cool show?” I turned from the front passenger’s seat.  “I do.” Our son blushed, and covered his crotch with both hands.  I clearly wasn’t invited to the show. But my husband […]

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Stairway to Sleep

I’ve heard of it happening.  Children falling asleep on the stairs.  Supposedly in bed…but not. Only it’s never happened to us. Forty-eight trips up and down the stairs with petty requests.  Yes.  That’s familiar. Which was why when my husband stepped over something dark on the stairs instead of on it, he also sucked in his […]

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Where They’d Rather Be

Eight and half months ago we surprised our kids with a one-night stay at Great Wolf Lodge. Apparently the highlight of their lives. While they bobbed in the wave pool just out of reach, I craned to keep track of their heads or their hair or their flailing arms.  When they stood in line for […]

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