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Archive for August, 2008

ode to orange crush

dear orange crush,
(long, contemplative, pause)
you died.  and now i’m very sorry.  SO, my dad has to take care of my next fish.
i’m done.
b.

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farewell

i never got this upset over my own pet fish dying (remember?).  but when S. got home tonight (after the boys had gone to bed), he noticed that orange crush was bottoms up.  i jumped up and went to investigate.  sure enough, OC was definitely a goner.
i’m sad for b.  he hasn’t paid too much [...]

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innocents

this post on finslippy reminded me of a similar experience we had last year.  you know this story, but i thought it worth writing down for posterity.
we were on our way to london to visit your new home for the first time.  i had bought the boys each a new cars movie character for the [...]

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word(s) count

lately, after i enjoin n., i end with the standard review … “what did i say?”
his candid response is,
that’s a lot of words, mama.
i hear him, i do.  but how to make my instructions more lucid?  concise?  cogent?
maybe everything i say should be limited to the length of a tweet.  if only i could be [...]

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how do you not laugh?

n. greeted me this morning with all-out, knock-down wailing.  i thought he was upset that daddy had left, as i’d just heard the door close downstairs.  turns out that S. turned off the tv, which set off the histrionics.
and on from there.  non-stop fussing.  whining galore.  and you KNOW how much i love whining.
so i [...]

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…is b. having separation issues.  hardly ever has.
monday, i was crowing (if only to myself and S.) about how grateful i am that b. is so adaptable.  he walked into his new camp class, a bit wary, but sat down and kissed me good-bye, with nary a fuss.
tuesday, same deal.  happy to go.  wanted to [...]

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let the games begin!

the boys are getting into the spirit of the Olympic games by turning every single minute activity into a competitive event (as little boys are wont to do).  case in point.
i come out of the shower to hear what appears to be lovely cooperative “band” play.  b. is singing “i love you” from barney, in [...]

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