happy 6th birthday blythe.
Blythe, this last year as I watched you shoot out of your lingering baby chubs and try to bite apples with missing front teeth, I realized too soon you’ll be learning to… Read More
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moths, rust, and three year olds
Parenthood is so consuming. We scour books, searching for some sort of direction and instruction; we probe friends and family, discussing disappointments and achievements alike, gleaning any sort of feedback possible; but most of… Read More
we’re not gonna take it
Today the boys decided to have their “boy’s club” again and locked Blythe out of their room: “she’s always jacking with [their] stuff.” Normally, I don’t allow it, but today they were playing… Read More
in-a-pro-priate
Today, I took the kids to go swimming. On the way (not really), I picked up a car-less friend who lives on this little dirt road, among over-grown landscape and wild vermin. Sounds… Read More
we all make choices
Today Burke came into the kitchen where I was to let me know he had to go poop. (Because I’m still unfortunately involved in the clean-up, he’s obligated to make these sorts of… Read More
I know why the caged bird screams.
I think I’ve mentioned Blythe’s scream before — the one that sounds like a ring-wraith. At 18 months, it only grows more powerful by the day. She longs to communicate, to be heard… Read More
