"I have a sparkle prize for you," he says, placing a closed fist on my desk.I look.I look harder."It's pretend," my three year old informs me, "the prize I gave you is a sparkle prize."I smile. I'm sitting in my ratty wicker chair, the one with an appropriated couch pillow to prevent poking. I'm trying … Continue reading Get Out Of My Head Freddy Mercury! (Why Mothering Is A Great Profession)
Greetings!I have laryngitis. In the time it's taken me to type the last two sentences Derrick has asked for chocolate cake...twice. The first time I resisted getting myself a piece, but when I got him cake and a glass of milk a SECOND time I couldn't hold back. So, I cut myself a slice and sang … Continue reading Where Whittling Will Get You If You Dream Big
We travel behind the tomato truck. It's hot, it's August, and the tomatoes are orange. The weeds along the lane are yellow now, crispy and golden like cornflakes.The children fall asleep at the first turn, leaving their mother to admire the wispy cornfields growing green, competing with the walnut trees in the other field. The … Continue reading Summer, I Bid You Achoo!
It lasted two days. The two days were blissful in their own way, with long morning walks through the neighborhood and quiet moments with a book and a boy. I could go anywhere with little trouble, because two is less than three.I was sad. I read over his preschool lesson plan and realized that I … Continue reading UNCLE!
In the dark he recites everything he knows. "THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. How now brown cow? ELEVENTEEN!"Eleventeen. The number all children seem to know about, the number that goes with training-wheels and string cheese.I sit by him and he sings to me.The song is about minnows, an octopus, and a whale, but mostly just … Continue reading The History, Confessions, and Songs of the Busy Bee
It's time for breakfast wrapped in burritos. While scrambling eggs and grating cheese, the food will take new forms. In the fridge, tortillas will wait for the teeth that come in the morning.At six-ish a small person will get out of bed and change from Pull Up to Undies. I'll comb his hair, he'll mess it … Continue reading Preschool And How It Relates To Breakfast
It's iced water through a straw and the whirring click of a mechanical swing. It's a baby snoozing and swaying to the tempo in a quiet corner of the living room.It's pens with cooperative ink, and stories with lots of pictures. A midnight wander to a mailbox wrapped in white roses and the pincher bug … Continue reading My Battle Comes With The Dawn
He cries out, "TAKE OFF!" and zooms past. I ask him, "Are you Superman?""Yeah...but no...I don't have the powers.""What powers?""I can't fly," he confesses, eyes to the floor."Oh," I say it surprised. Then I note, "Superman also has super strength."His eyes light up,"YEAH! If I was Superman, I would fly and be super strong and … Continue reading For Saturday Because It Made Me Laugh
The hippo's pink head lunges forward, his jaws snap shut.I squeal, "I think I beat you!"He puts on a brave face and looks at his hippo, who apparently wasn't hungry."One, two. I have two..." he counts the marbles slowly."I have eight!...oh, um, but you were close" I add as I watch his face drop.I'm a … Continue reading If You’re Hungry and Violent, Like A Hippo
Today I'm over at "From the Monkey Bars", talking about pine cone bird feeders. I realize pine cone bird feeders aren't for everyone. The certainly weren't for us. In any case, you're welcome to stop by and tell me what you think. I'd love to hear your feelings on pine cone bird feeders. Really. Click here to … Continue reading Feeling Seedy