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Shaggy Boy

Snips and Snails and Puppydog Tails

March 29, 2009

He is so different.
He doesn’t want to cuddle, even with his mama, unless there is a bottle involved. First thing in the morning, riding high on his daddy’s arm, he greets me with rosy cheeks and a slow, shy smile that finally bursts as bright as the sun shining in our eyes.
I hear them, before [...]

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In Motion

March 25, 2009
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As If It Was The Last

March 24, 2009

My mother’s dog is sick, maybe very sick.
I called my mom yesterday, to ask her a silly question about my stove. Really, it was an excuse to hear her voice. I knew right away that something was wrong.
She told me about the dog’s sudden illness and the vague assessment offered by the vet. Her voice [...]

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Month Seven

March 12, 2009
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When I Wasn’t Looking

February 24, 2009

Time seemed frozen when The Poo was little.
Every stage lasted an eternity—sleepless nights, teething, learning to walk—it all felt as though she would be that age forever. Then, all of a sudden, we were putting away the bottles and helping her learn to use the potty.
Then, she had a brother.
And it felt like someone pressed [...]

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Half-Birthday

February 8, 2009

Where does the time go?
This boy is six months old. He sits all by himself, grabs toys and other objects with determined deliberation and waves bye-bye and hello. His smile lights up the room—and my heart. I love him with every cliche motherhood has to offer.
This time last year I worried that I wouldn’t love [...]

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He Sits!

January 31, 2009
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Do I Have The World’s Cutest Kid Or What?

January 27, 2009

First taste of frosting, at his grandmother’s 58th birthday party.
Photo by My Sister.

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The Baby

January 21, 2009

I’m always moving.
Buzzing from here to there, filling requests for this and fetching that, dragging laundry up and down stairs, loading and unloading the dishwasher.
I stand in front of my laptop, strategically placed in the center of the kitchen, typing email replies with one hand while the other fills a bottle. I murmur my assent [...]

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Cry Baby Cry

January 14, 2009

I could never stand it when The Poo cried.
It was especially bad when I was the one who caused the tears. Once, when she was just a little bit of a thing, I bravely attempted to clip her fingernails as she slept. On the third nail I clipped her fingertip, as well, and she woke [...]

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