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Monthly Archive for October, 2011

He Who Laughs First…

A word here. No one’s angry.  And no one just upended his water all over the menus or flung his fork from the table. Rather, it’s a stare down between my dad and my son.  Whereby he who laughs first–like my dad–loses. Now I’ve been privy to a few stare downs.  None of them riveting […]

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To Build A Fire

Grandpa built a fire tonight.  The whole production–newspaper, kindling, real matches. And my kids watched in reverence. They hovered over my dad as he crumpled paper.  They crouched when he crouched.  Got in his way when he stood.  And they stared with him at the rising of the flames as it crinkled the kindling. It […]

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When It Sounds Familiar

Because I’m his mommy, I rose at 2:48 this morning to fix my son’s blanket.  The blanket that had lumped itself in one corner of his bed.  The blanket he could not straighten himself because…because he had me to help him. And because I’m his mommy, I stretched my whole body beside his, curled my […]

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Hard-Hat Normal

I realized half way through our history lesson that my flinching reflex must have taken a nap.  Or was numb from too much activity. There was my daughter–where she had been for the last twenty minutes–wearing a yellow hard hat the size of a medium watermelon. Only…I hadn’t noticed. It, uh…seems obvious now. The lack […]

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What to Do

Sometimes when you’ve plucked all the pretty leaves you can reach off the maple tree and dumped them under the dining room table for your mom to see…and when you’ve collected nine “‘friendly” worms from the compost and saved them in your mom’s only respectable tupperware…and when you’ve drug your boots through dog doo and […]

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In the Zone

I can rarely remember my dreams even moments after waking up.  I want to.  But it seems the harder my brain strains for details, the faster my subconscious whisks away any memory of the night. Gone.  Not telling.  See ya. I’ve tried to make sense of the distant details, but words don’t seem to work. […]

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More Than Words

I don’t know much about Neptune.  Nothing to share, anyway. I just know I never weary of seeing his head pushing into her shoulder as she reads.  Words. Sentences. Glossary terms. Because… because the experience is more than two kids breathing over the same book. It’s what happens as a result: Friendship. Trust. And love.

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Tug Of Toilet

My daughter sashayed out of dance class with a smirk on her lips and promised in the parking lot to tell me all about it. At the van I spoke before she did. “Tell me the best part of class,” I said. She resorted her thoughts.  Well, the best part, she began, ” was tug […]

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When the Force Ain’t With You

Last Friday night my husband introduced Star Wars to our kids.  Which left an impact on our seven year old who disappeared to her desk with her colored pencils and drew like her hand was on fire. She resurfaced with these. Which–sadly–didn’t mean much to me.  Except that I pieced together that Darth Vader must […]

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Taking Care of Business

All was quiet. Which…could’ve meant anything. Only I followed my husband, stepping cautiously in squeaky shoes, to the corner of the play room and saw this: Stuffed animals in dire straits being treated by an underage doctor without pants… and his purple pajama clad assistant. It seemed all was going well as bears of all […]

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