My Pride and Joy

Motor Mouth

July 1, 2010

Calling all moms of preschoolers…I have a question. Does your three, soon-to-be four year old have the gift of gab? Because mine does.  Boy does he. Strange, considering he didn’t utter a single word until well past his 2nd birthday.  For real.  We did speech therapy and everything.  But silent he remained. That is, until [...]

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Summer Blues

June 8, 2010

The house is still.  Quiet. There is but one crumb-ridden spot to wipe at the table.  One cup to fill.  One sleepy little body to tuck in each night. It’s that time again: dad camp. The time of year when the population of our household decreases by 50%.  The {only} time of year when everybody [...]

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Someone Get a Hammer

June 7, 2010

She took gymnastics classes. {Twice}. Before that there was soccer.  T-ball.  There was even a year of chess club. Nothing stuck though. Nothing stuck, that is, until she started dance this year.  Hip hop. Every Thursday afternoon she donned her black workout shorts and low-top Converse. She came home after school and ate her healthy [...]

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Two Peas

June 1, 2010

More often than not my oldest daughter comes home from school, only to find me exactly where I was when she left: at the kitchen sink, scrubbing away at the latest round of dishes.  She looks disgustingly at my yellow rubber gloves and ventures to ask, “so, how was your day?” She knows already what [...]

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Little Boys

May 15, 2010

One of the nicest things about having a little boy: he sneaks in like a little elf and leaves me flowers when I least expect them.  Like this morning, when I had turned my back to rinse something in the sink.  I went back to my breakfast-making post and saw the daintiest of little yellow [...]

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Bruiser

April 13, 2010

I stepped inside from our Sunday night barbecue only briefly, to grab silverware or something. The windows were open and I could hear Jayce’s wheels speeding along the length of our back patio: his personal speedway. And then I heard a crash.  An immediate cry.  One that I’ve come to recognize as the pain cry. [...]

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Looming Days

April 11, 2010

I remember being nervous when she took her first steps–afraid she would end up with a giant raspberry on her perfect porcelain forehead. Even more nervous when the training wheels came off of her bike that first time.  A helmet–after all–is little more than condensed Styrofoam in a hard plastic shell. More nervous still when [...]

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