The clock in my son’s room has begun ticking backwards. Not always. Just sometimes. The minute hand jumps backward between the 6 and 7, usually in the middle of a beat of the song that I am humming. I sway back and forth holding him as he falls asleep and I’m thankful for this extra...
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Drinking: Sweet Tea Riding the cart at Kroger in 2008, she reached up for a Little Golden book. He handed her the one on top, Disney’s Sleeping Beauty. She concentrated on the pages throughout the entire shopping trip. Here’s an iphone pic from that day: SB, as she is known in our house, has been...
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This is not the first time I’ve turned off cable TV. As a first year law student living alone, I knew I could not be trusted with unlimited access to TV. Thank heaven I had dial up internet as opposed to something faster or I would never have graduated. I lived alone in an antebellum...
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I adore my father.It’s kind of ridiculous how much.My daughter’s father is an incredible human being, too. The bar was set high for my expectations for my child’s father, and yet he always surprises me with all that he does for us. My favorite thing is seeing the two of them together, my father and...
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1. “You are how you move.” Tracy Anderson I’ve never been one to buy fitness magazines, but I picked up the latest issue of Fitness Rx for Women because Tracy Anderson, trainer for Gwyn Paltrow and the like, is featured on the cover. She says in the article that she doesn’t believe in body types....
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Waiting in a noisy restaurant, we went to the bookshelf where they keep books for children. My daughter started jumping up and down because they had two of her favorites, The Cat In the Hat and You Are Special. I handed them to her and she hugged the books and looked at them, amazed that...
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On Saturdays, I feel this intense urge to be the magical, fun, no-schedule mom that I wish I could be all of the time. I cram in everything I can. Yesterday, we gorged on books and hot chocolate, leaves jumping, pancakes, movies, cuddle time, and crafting. I look around the house tonight and see all...
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This essay, The Give and Take of Grief, by Michael Newland featured this week on This I Believe is so powerful, I had to steady myself against a wall when I heard it. With phrases like, “He looked at me, like a dolphin surfacing to look at a fisherman, and then re-submerged when the team...
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It begins slowly. We put away the tiny socks, the mobile, the gemini. I folded up the onesies. The bottles and black and white patterned toys go to Goodwill. Then the pace of everything escalates: the boppies have no more use, the baby tub, the high chair, the things I tied on the crib rails...
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Just as I was closing the laptop lid around 3 am after blogging about taking time to watch my daughter grow, I heard her cry out. When I lifted her out of her bed, I could tell right away that she had a fever. Poor baby. It’s been a quiet day and strange to see...
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