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Apple For The Teacher

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The Poo holds an apple she picked at the local orchard yesterday, on her first big-kid field trip.

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What A Difference A Year Makes

June 4, 2009

A year ago yesterday, we had our first glance of The Babyman’s wee face, during a 3-D ultrasound in my 29th week. Twenty-nine weeks! I still had 10 weeks to go at that point, and I was counting every second. I did not want to be pregnant anymore. And the worst of those nine months [...]

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Idle Hands

April 30, 2009

Last year my mom gave me a really nice sewing machine, after I experienced a strange spurt of craftiness. I discovered hand embroidery after looking for something with which to occupy myself after The Poo went to bed—something besides Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls.
The ease of that type of crafting whetted my appetite for more. [...]

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The Blue-Eyed Purple Paper Eater, or How I Totally Dodged A Bullet

April 26, 2009

The baby likes to fuss and grump before he falls asleep, and to help him occupy himself before The Sandman knocks him out, I leave a couple of toys in his crib.
Until last week, I also left a board book or two.
The Poo always loved books; she would take a couple to bed with her [...]

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Feels Like The Very First Time

October 4, 2008

I’m beginning to believe The Poo dropped on our doorstep fully formed, able to sleep, eat and poop all by her own self.
That’s what it feels like, ya’ll. Like I am a first-time mother for the second time. What’s THAT all about? Huh? Huh?
I can’t remember how to get him on a schedule. I can’t [...]

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Stuck

August 31, 2008

I want to write, I want to keep the words moving, keep them on the outside. I don’t want these words inside to back up.
I don’t want to choke on them.
When The Poo was born it felt like a slow death by drowning. Drowning in sorrow, in fear, in exhaustion … my memories of her [...]

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The Terrible Reign Of Sir Fussy Von Fusserstien

August 29, 2008

You forget.
Nature’s way, I imagine, of convincing you to procreate again.
You forget just how long the hours between 2 and 6 a.m. can feel. Only four hours – 240 minutes – and yet, the seconds tick by so slowly that you fear you may never see the sunrise again.
But it does come, slowly, each day. [...]

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Road To Recovery

August 23, 2008

My mom left Thursday afternoon, in a rush.
All of a sudden she decided she needed to get home, to attend to her pressing business there. It was a wise decision, but it was a lot like pulling off a bandage all at once.
We said our final goodbyes in my driveway, raindrops falling on our faces, [...]

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Dirty Little Secret #109

August 6, 2008

I didn’t start sewing for Henry until 6 o’clock this morning. 
 
You see, I have this thing about sewing for babies whom I know are coming. It makes me nervous, and my sister, your beloved Mrs. Chicken, has had such a tough time these past few weeks and months that I didn’t want to take any [...]

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Currently The Best-Looking Part Of My Body

August 3, 2008
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