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The Reasons
Reasons We Love Our New iMac (not listed in order of importance) There are no wires. No wires. No wire from the keyboard to the screen. No wires. No wire from the mouse to the computer. No wires. Do you know what I think? I think wires are ugly. And I think no wires is pretty. There is no tower.…
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Raising Bergen Can Be So Sweet
What I like about raising my boy Bergen . . . Seeing him walk out of the grocery store holding a bright bouquet of flowers. That wildy enthusiastic four-year-old approaching me with his fist outstretched. “These are for you, Mommy.” Listening to Kevin explain how the idea of purchasing the flowers was completely Hawkeye’s own. And that his little grubby boy hands…
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All Over Their Faces
When Bergen’s feelings get hurt, everyone with eyes knows it. His body crumples. He usually slides to the floor. When Finn hears the word “no” when she wants to hear the word “yes” she turns her entire tiny body in the exact opposite direction. She kicks her four-inch feet against the floor and pads right out of your presence. If…
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I Guess That Makes Sense
It’s winter – right? And we live pretty far from the coast. So why was our yard full of sea shells this week? I can only think of one answer. Magnus.
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the post about bees
Bees are divine. I mean – lots of things are. Right? gravity. love. music. banana pudding. molecules. But I’m talking about bees. (I told you I would eventually talk about this.) For Kevin’s recent-ish birthday I gave him The Gift That Keeps On Giving. Twenty-thousand bees. (Give or take a few hundred.) He’s talked about wanting to raise…
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Wilder
This fella can eat Cheerios now. Fed to himself. With his own tiny fingers. And he wears sweater vests too.
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You Made It!
Hooray! Now if you will only stick around. Really – it’s the same. Only with a new name. Because I think it just fits me better. And my sweet, far more technologically advanced husband, helped me claim it for my own. And a very cool new banner – thank you Emma! (Internet cafe time was not in vain.) And maybe a…
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Letter Three (3)
Dearest Sir Will, You are indeed Good, my friend. Today my son is dressed in a dashing ensemble, constructed entirely by items purchased at your low cost store. Yes. I always launder my purchases before allowing them to adorn my precious offspring’s bodies. But I am okay with that. Why would I pay $42 for a pair of size 6…
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Piper Finnian Willow Lacey Keigley: The Interview
Why do you think Mommy and Daddy chose your name?: Because you like nice babies. What do you dream about at night?: I dream lions and elephants and monkeys and they carry me away. I was floating away and they say, “Hello Baby.” Tell me about your brothers and sisters: I hit my brothers and sisters. Hitting is a different…
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Keep Reading . . .
Stages & Seasons: From Diapers to Dissatisfaction
Noonday: Tonight!
that magic moment
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Rainy Day, Inside and Out
What a gray day. Sleep-deprived from the instant I heard the alarm. (Derek Webb’s “Mockingbird” is a lot less lovely at 6:30 a.m.) Kevin wasn’t feeling well. The rain was steady and the clouds blocked the sun from showing even a hint of itself. I should have stayed in bed. Or at least stayed home. But the fridge was empty.…
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Last Night
It was late. As in, kids all tucked in, kitchen cleared, computers powered down, sitting on the sofa kind of late. I was writing a letter to my friend (sorry Sara – I may never get to finish that epistle at this rate) and Kevin was watching (with his eyes closed) some M. Night ShimmyWhoWho movie on television. And that’s…
