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Do you remember my drawing mannikins from my shopping trip extravaganza to Tuesday morning? They ended up being an ongoing moveable diorama on this window ledge through to the stairway. I probably missed a few set-ups before I realized that there was a pattern here. One guess as to who set this one up. The…
So my ever curious kid asks,”How did you go from running energetic Mommy to pregnant slow breathless turtle Mommy?” or something like that. I asked him to repeat and he did. I say,”The baby in my belly made that happen.” But that didn’t quite satisfy him. So we pull down the Webster’s dictionary. I told…
In an effort to save the moment, I “videotaped” my belly a couple of times. And just like when I’d do the “grab your hand and put it on my belly for you to feel that” maneuver, Twitchy would stop twitching. I believe this is the only time I got a good twitch on tape….
We have a tradition of making cards for Valentines Day, as well as Christmas. Eamon draws something and then I run off enough copies to hand out to his class mates plus additional loved ones. I have to say that this year’s V-Day offering is brilliant. Something got stuck in his head from a book…
On the phone recently, my Mom recounted a story about the last time I had a baby. She laughed as she told her version of that fateful day in the delivery room. Her portrayal of me as a labor room dictator was slightly unsettling. Stories can be both comforting and unsettling. Storytelling impacts, creates, and…
It was just one of those extended parenting weekends. I knew it was coming. I tried to pad it with play dates. But there’s something about the combo of the Daddy cat being gone that makes the mouse want to play knick knack paddy whack on Mommy’s nerves. Those long weekends are like a sentence…
Last weekend, I was chatting away with two mothers about when our children misbehave. I declared my son demands proof of my backbone at the most inopportune times. Like when my pregnancy hormones give me maximum wobbly levels or my self doubts have my self-esteem hovering at my ankles. He senses my humanity, feels insecure,…
My ever busy brained child brought home a strip of yellow paper last week. And exclaimed it was his Santameter. Formerly a centimeter ruler created in his second grade class, he had grabbed a pencil and only as he can do, began to write little words next to the twelfth day and down. The Santameter…
Is my kids two front teeth, world peace, and the end of hunger. Cause remember, I was lucky enough to have the spark of life happen in my belly at age 45. I don’t get to ask for nada for about 10 years. If I really want that new glue gun or that $20 bottle…
I told my son last Saturday that I’d seen Santa’s mailbox up on the counter at the post office. The time had come to write the all important letter to Santa. He and I had done some recon a while back at the Target for toys to covet. And the list had hung on the…
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