MOTHERHOOD
little words
In honor of today, the kids and I have been reading books and talking about MLK Jr., which of course has led to much larger conversations of segregation, perseverance, hatred, and the power of words
“don’t call it a comeback.”
As some of you already know, Blythe took a tire swing (carrying Liam) to the face LL Cool J style last week. Convinced her tooth was lodged somewhere in her bleeding, oversized lip, we made
rearview mirror: 2009 in pictures
It seems entirely appropriate to celebrate the end of 2009 by going to bed early (and NOT due to pregnancy). This year exhausted me. Too many big events happened this year not to document, and
little words
This one is for the lot of you who so patiently keep returning here to our poor, neglected blog. Yes, you, who regularly request by email, by phone, or in passing conversation for more, more,
happy 3rd birthday, blythe.
This last year I often told people, “someone should write a book paralleling toddlers and teenagers.” Both stages, somehow awkardly trapped in the continuum of maturity, force all of us (at some point) to reconcile
happy 6th birthday liam
Dad and I often refer to you as a man trapped in a boy’s body: a man-child, I suppose. The other day we were talking about creation, memorizing the first lines in Genesis, when you
no excuses July
Who cares about all the reasons I can’t find time to write. Maybe we’ve been visiting family. Or possibly mailing the letter my 5 year-old wrote to Michael Bay politely demanding to know why Bay didn’t make Transformers
little words
I quickly informed my disheartened 5 year-old son that in another 10 years he will be grateful that his teeth are NOT curling out of his mouth and around his jaw. For now, he will
powerballs
Mark: Hey Liam, you want a powerball (granola treat)? Liam: Sure. I’ll eat it in the vacant lot with my brother. Mark: Hey, take one to Burke. Liam: Okay. Oh — I’ll throw this wrapper away