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Monthly Archive for September, 2011

Pink Paper Accordions

I only nodded as my son ran inside for more paper.  It seemed easier than asking questions. But on his fifth trip, I raised an eyebrow.  At which time my son smiled, fingered another sheet and then slunk speedily out the back door. I followed. Only there…there on the play toy was the smallest two-person […]

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In Search of Clean

I didn’t know where to begin this morning. Which was how I ended up vacuuming the van. I’d already stepped on the same piece of scrambled egg on the kitchen floor six times, thrown together sandwiches on bread from the freezer, quizzed my daughter on the times tables she didn’t feel like learning and picked […]

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Living Room ‘Dig’

Maybe it was appropriate that we studied archaeology this morning in our introduction to history… because we didn’t have to dig much farther than the black trash bag my mom dropped off on Saturday with a smile that said, “have fun going through these.” I’d hefted the bag into a side room and shuddered.  I’d […]

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Underwear Connection

The black clouds had already rolled in.  And the rain was smacking sideways on our windows.  At which time the rest of us put on sweatshirts, nabbed rain jackets, dug for gloves and headed to the van. Our son also headed to the van–wearing his swim trunks, a gray tank top and somebody else’s flip […]

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When You’re LAST

We were still in the garage when my son snapped his seat belt and threw up his hands.  “I’m first!” he shouted. My daughter grappled for hers, clicking just as quickly.  “And sissy’s second!” my son added. I fumbled for my seat belt as we drifted out of the garage.  “I’m third,” I announced. Only […]

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Our Reflection

Two seconds into a hug with my husband, our son danced at our side, gripping a leg of each of ours and looking up as we looked down. He clung to us like a crab, desiring only to be a part of the hug. But it wasn’t his turn. Our daughter stood by the stairs […]

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Origami Paper Cups

The hard part isn’t finding a craft to do. Or even the time to do one. It’s finding a craft my son can do… all by himself. Amen. Well…we did a little paper folding today.  Nothing radical.  Nothing every kid hasn’t already done, except mine. But it was the process that mattered.  My kids, um…followed […]

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Sunday’s Specs

My husband pulled his glasses from the floor of the van. At which time we both gasped. They didn’t look like he remembered they ought. Nor did they fit as well. It seemed he had one of these perfectly…ahem… normal children to thank. Specifically the kid in the red who donned football cleats for church […]

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The Loaded Baguette

While I picked out cilantro, my son slunk behind the bell pepper display armed with the baguette loaf I’d hoped would make it home for sandwiches. He aimed and fired at any shopper that moved. Brrrrrrrrrrr. A woman with a full grocery cart.  Brrrrr. A man swinging a bag of lettuce.  Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. He aimed at […]

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Still with Jesus

Crammed on this computer or the one across the room are memories of our kids learning to walk, of kids growing hair long enough to cut, kids toting cats, carving pumpkins, running through sprinklers, kids…growing up. Only they exist in pixels.  Strictly…in pixels. Some time around my son’s first birthday I stopped printing our digital […]

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