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The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs.

Truth Better Than Fiction: An Example

File this under Random Weird Absolutely Unsolicited Confessions. Bergen:  ”Mom.  One day this summer when we were at the pool we all took turns eating London’s skin.” Me:  ”Which part of her skin?” Bergen:  ”Her toes.” Me:  ”Why?” Bergen:  ”Because London said it was like gum.” Me:  ”Did it taste like gum?” Bergen:  ”No.  It [...]

about fragility, bravery, a girl and a horse.

I want to tell you a story about perhaps the most frightening parenting moment of my life and the bravest kid I know. We went to a horse farm for a field trip last week. The farm was tidy and organized and smelled of hay and dirt and horse manure and sky and life and [...]

Yes, You May.

The other day Mosely said, “Hey Mommy, can I pick out my own clothes?” Pretty sure we had no plans of leaving the confines of our home, I took a gamble. “Sure,” I agreed. Mosely appeared in a too-big shirt and a slightly-too-corduroy-to-be-seasonally-appropriate skirt. (Actually, Mosely picks out her clothes pretty often and mostly does [...]

you won’t find it here. (a point, that is.)

I guess this picture is just about perfect for this post. Piper Finn looks a little creepy.  Otto Fox looks mostly miserable. (But they are both still sort of cute despite the weirdness and the displeasure.) I’d say that’s a good summation of my day. I should just stop right there and step away from [...]

let the school year commence

Today. It’s the first day of the 2010-2011 school year here at our home. And this year the School of Keigley has a record number of students. Three. A second grader. A first grader. And a kindergarten student. (Not to mention that we also manage and maintain a very elite preschool and a rather crème [...]

Second Time ‘Round

Last year was our first ever Tybee visit. And we fell in love. So this summer we steered the Suburban (or “suh-burr-ven” as Piper calls it) southeast to see if, in fact, our family and Tybee were still a great fit. This year’s house was actually not that far from last year’s house. We stopped [...]

And we have now returned . . .

Last week we were at Tybee Island. This week we are not. (Although the eight pounds of sand piled on the laundry room floor makes me think perhaps we are.) Please allow me to list a few things I learned while on vacation. Last week I learned that limited internet access can be a good [...]

Actually Said Out Loud

Ridiculous Things People Have Actually Said Out Loud To Me You have your hands full. You are so brave. Two six-year olds?  How did you manage that? How old are you? How do you manage it? You look too young to have this many children. How old were you when you started having kids? Are [...]

a good way to spend a day

It’s a long walk (especially if your legs are only about two feet tall). And carrying your baby brother only adds to the heavy load. But the hike is always worth the effort when we reach the top and stand in front of one my favorite local spots. Connemara. The home of poet and writer [...]

Do the Math

So Jon said something recently that made me realize a sort of sad fact. A depressing numbers game. I was changing a diaper. (That’s no surprise.  No surprise.) And that’s what he said, actually. Jon said, “Hey.  You are pretty good at that, eh?”  (Well.  Maybe Jon didn’t say “eh”.  I like to say “eh” [...]

if . . .

If you take your six children to a free outdoor theatrical performance of Shakespeare’s MerryWives of Windsor and you realize that although the kids are behaving splendidly, the story line is just not moving along on their level. And it is really hot. And you realize that you actually wish you were sitting somewhere else [...]

what do you think?

Do you think when e.e. cummings penned the word mudluscious he was thinking about something a little like this? Could there be a day more puddle-wonderful Mr. Cummings?

universal.

Our little (as in the children are mostly small, although the number of them is not – alright?) family was eating street side recently at a favorite wood-fired pizza joint. ( Side note: I like eating outside at restaurants.    1.  Our noise level seems less obvious out of doors.    2.  Our mess level seems [...]