“How are the boys?” It is the question I’m most often asked. It is a kind question, it demonstrates that the inquirer knows me, knows that I’m a mom, and wants to demonstrate that he or she cares about my kids. Generally, I obey social convention and say, “fine.” And on some level that…
Category Archives: Children
An Open Letter to My Eldest Son, On This The Occasion of His 3rd Birthday
Saints have no moderation, nor poets, just exuberance. Anne Sexton. You, son, are no saint so you must be a poet. Certainly you have a poet’s heart— large, bold, and bursting forth with feelings so hefty I worry that the 40-some-inches that stack one on top of the other to build you will burst-forth with…
Fairy Soup: A tale of love, imagination, and sugar sprinkles
We met our first fairy in the den. J was 30 months. His reddish-brown curls framed his nut-brown eyes, which were wide with wonder. He sat snuggled in my crossed legs, his hair tickling my nose. His pudgy hands were up by his head, ready to cover his ears in the event I told “the…
We Don’t Negotiate With Terrorists
Do straight jackets come in a 4T? I’m just wondering. I wouldn’t actually buy one for my over-sized, sociopathic, two year-old (well, almost 2 ½ year-old). Or would I? You probably think I’m exaggerating when I describe my beloved first born as a sociopath in need of a straight jacket. I AM prone to hyperbole…
Jay’s Post
Mom said I could write the blog today. Move ‘ill (Will). Move! It’s Jay’s turn. No ‘ill write. Go play with the truck. No! Not that truck! That’s Jay’s truck. The big, red truck is Jay’s truck. Play with the udder truck I gave you- the broke one. Hold on. I have to get ‘ill…
An open letter to my eldest son, on this the event of his 2nd birthday
“Tell me I’m clever, Tell me I’m kind, Tell me I’m talented, Tell me I’m cute, Tell me I’m sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me I’m perfect– But tell me the truth.” –Shel Siverstein An open letter to my eldest son, on this the event of his 2nd birthday: I was sleeping peacefully an hour ago,…
Personal Perspectives of a Pernicious Pig Flu
The swine! Our pink cheeked thirteen month-old came home from daycare vomiting and fever-ridden chased down by the mythical hooves of the dark and dangerous beast known as H1N1 or swine flu. The boar-ish virus next toppled my husband into a sausage-like lump of nausea and fever. Both the males in our house recovered in…
