A Moving Violation

green-grass1

An organized household, office, car, and bank account seem unattainable for people like me. People who not only have children and a full-time job, but also find right-brained, type-A sorts of tasks tantamount to learning Chinese...meaning, it could be done, but life is too short.However, I have learned time and again that being unorganized has its price. Much as I hate chores, errands, paper work and basically being a grown-up, letting these things go will ultimately amount to even MORE ad … [Read more...]

Empty

Miserable 24-hour stomach flu shared at our house this week. Thanks kids. You are adorable, and the joy of our lives, but you are also grubby, germy petri dishes of bacteria. And it does not help that one of you is a compulsive thumb sucker. Most days i try not to think about all the nasty things they touch and ingest and/or carry into the house. But then some days, all that filth becomes the center of the universe.  It helps, i suppose, that we took turns. Harper first, then me, then the ba … [Read more...]

Tell Me Why…

ladybug1

"My tummy hurts." "Show me where. Point." "Right here!" "That's not your tummy, it's your chest." "Why?""Look how pretty the sky is! The sun's going down." "Why?"  "So it can be dark out for bedtime." "Why?""Can i have a juicebox?"  "No, you already had one."  "Why????""Um...why did you already have one? Or why can't you have another one?"*&$^#@&*#!!!! I always thought people were joking about the "why's," but we've got 'em at our house, BIG time. And i don't think an … [Read more...]

Curiosity Killed the Monkey (or not…)

george

"George was a monkey. He lived in Africa. He was a good little monkey, but he had one fault. He was too curious."This is the opening scene of the original "Curious George" book, circa 1941. Here is how the more recent George stories begin: "George was a good little monkey, and always very curious."Whoa. See what just happened there? Big difference. Still a curious monkey, but it's a long way from but to and... BUT he was curious indicates that curiosity is a regrettable quality to be … [Read more...]

Soul Seasons

mazda62

A pumpkin latte in my hand. From Not Starbuck's. A cool crisp 62 degrees out. I am on a porch swing with a background of lush foliage, bleeding slowly from green into reds and browns and yellows. I am wearing my favorite brown sweatshirt, and reading a really great library book. The day ahead is miraculously full of nothing but open time, save playing with my kids, and later having some friends over for dinner.OK, so almost none of those things is true. I do, in fact, have a pumpkin(ish) … [Read more...]

For Such a Time as This

peace-pole (1)

I was sitting on the floor of my crummy first-year-of-being-a-grownup apartment, doing grad school homework that i should have done the night before, and getting ready to go to class. Which means I probably shouldn't have been watching tv, but was. When the plane hit the first tower, i went and woke up my roommate, who was still sleeping. "What? That's crazy!" she said. I ran quickly back to the tv to find out what a breathless world was waiting to find out--what sort of mechanical error, … [Read more...]

The Sacred Struggle

I was cooking dinner and trying not to get sucked in. It is only September. Of the year BEFORE the election year. I am not ready for the emotional angst, the loaded sermon fodder, the toxic wasteland that is partisan rhetoric. It was on in the background, but I was determined not to engage.When I heard the applause, I turned around. I'm listening now,  i thought numbly. I looked to see if I'd really heard what I'd just heard. My husband and I looked at each other, appalled. "Rewind that," I … [Read more...]

Suck it Up

thumb

Ok, she is almost 3. I've tried to be patient. I've read all the warm-fuzzy parenting stuff about letting them work it out on their own, hounding them about it will just make it worse, attachment issues and comfort zones, blah blah blah. But now, it is time.The thumb has got to go.I remember the blessed day when, around 6 weeks of age, I watched my sweet baby girl learn that she had the powers of coordination needed to get that appendage into her toothless mouth, all by herself. I … [Read more...]

A Cup of the Good Stuff

india

When's the last time you got out the good china?After I went on and on yesterday about the blessedness of a messy house, I think I should clarify--though I blamed the chaos on the kiddos, I have to own that much (much) of the mess is mine. And not quite so much of it is my husband's. He does his best to keep some order, but he is only one person. Much like my mother (and oh, they do talk about me) he finally stops cleaning up after me so that I will one day go oh, my, this place is a … [Read more...]


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