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The Poo

Bedtime Stories

March 16, 2009

Mommy, if someone cut off my legs, I wouldn’t be able to walk.
If I had no legs, I would only be able to sit.
Aliens don’t have legs.
So if I cut off my legs, I would look like an alien.

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The Eyes Have It

February 26, 2009

They were blue for almost nine months, and then they turned a gorgeous green.
Just a few weeks later, a band of dark brown began to ring her iris. The amber color blossomed around her pupil, and by her second birthday, her eyes were a true hazel: blue and green and golden brown, all at once.
I [...]

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Mirror Mirror

February 25, 2009

Something silly happened at preschool this week.
In the grand scheme, it isn’t a big deal. But the sound of another girl taunting my daughter wounded me on all kinds of levels—the very least of which was that my mother-heart turned black and hateful, and it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from [...]

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Artist In Residence

February 20, 2009
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Vigil

January 25, 2009

In a panic, she called for me at 3:30 a.m.
Why is it always the three o’clock hour that brings us such misery? Sobs of fear and pain, wails of hunger, the shrill bell of a terrifying phone call. Three o’clock, always, it is three o’clock.
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She moans and swipes at her face, mouth twisted into a [...]

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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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Prayer

December 24, 2008

We are practicing Catholics.
Some combination of us attend Mass Saturday evenings; lately, Mr. C takes The Poo, while Shaggy and I stay behind. The five o’clock hour is the boy’s worst, and trust me when I say no crying room can contain his wrath.
The Poo generally behaves as would any other four-year-old who is asked [...]

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A Girl After My Own Heart

December 23, 2008

“Mommy, I love this show!”
You do?
“Yes! It’s my favorite! It’s Not What To Wear!”

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Year Four

December 15, 2008

My dearest Poo,
Today, you turned four years old.
Four!
I remember the day of your birth so clearly that it is hard to believe that already, 48 months have passed. So much happened in the short time you’ve been alive; you lived in one apartment, two houses and two states, you grew 22.5-inches and gained 35 pounds.
You [...]

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I Hope She Always Feels That Way

December 13, 2008

“Mommy is the best grown-up in the whole world!”

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