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Monthly Archive for April, 2012

Spot It!

I’d always suspected the floor of our van had carpet.  And I was right.  Buried beneath Sunday school papers folded into fans, lost library books, colored pencils, snack wrappers, four pairs of flip flops, one skirt, three sweatshirts, eighty-four cents in change, and six inches of crumbs, there it was.  The floor. But way in […]

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You Don’t Say

I was still rolling the crumbles of sleep from my right eye, when my son burst through our bedroom door fully dressed. “I bet you’re going to ask me what I dreamed about last night,” he said. Only I wasn’t. Until it seemed like I should. “What’d you dream about last night, bud?” I grogged. […]

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Lingering in the Lingerie

I whispered the “b” word to my husband.  We both snickered. He glanced down at our daughter hovering in on the conversation.  “Is that right?” he asked.  “Gonna do a little bra shopping with mom tonight?” My daughter melted to the floor, her face three shades of crimson.  But her recovery was quick.  “Yes!” she […]

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Unconditional

I’d just lost at our second straight hand of UNO this morning when my son patted my knee.  “It’s okay, mom,” he said.  “I still love you.” I felt the edges of my lips begin to smile.  I’d heard those words before. Tonight, with a pile of blocks between us, we built a city.  We […]

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Going Nowhere Fast

At the sound of the beeps this morning my daughter sat up.  Straight up.  She listened.  Three more beeps.  Then another two. And then the whirring of a machine turning without her. She scooted to the edge of the top bunk, her eyes like a barn owl’s.  Her hair completely startled.  “But,” she began.  She […]

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Restaurant Bliss

I’d say tonight’s dinner at the pizza place came out all right. That is, if we don’t count the time our son, the one who marched in with green flip flops raised his toes to his sister’s face and said, “smell this.”  Or the fact that our son ate each bite of his pizza dipped […]

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The Teacher Within

It was quiet.  No crash of building blocks.  No feet tearing through the house.  No shouts for me from outside. Too quiet. And then I heard him. “Apple,” he said.  His voice was full of interest.  “Apple.” He waited a moment. “Fish,” he said.  He held the flashcard to the cat’s face.  He petted the […]

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The Fox and (the) Raven

Before we had a repeat of Monday’s lunch, I laid down the law:  The dining room table, contrary to what it may seem, was not a race track and those feet (pointing to my son’s) were not at a track meet. Both kids nodded. At which time my son dismissed the law and its consequences […]

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Grandma’s Boy

I’d had all the help I needed from my son in the kitchen.  And some. The guy had chitter-chattered both my ears nearly numb.  But watching him in his two-piece pjs, pushing the dining room chair to the best counter location made me want to scoop him up. As he stood on his chair at […]

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Must Move…Must Must

Four years ago, my dad sat in our kitchen scooping squash with a baby spoon while my son stood in his high chair.  The kid had all but gnawed the belt that held him in, and so there he leaned, his behind against the chair back, taking in grandpa and occasionally whatever was on that […]

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