February 2012

Grounded.

February 23, 2012

I’m rocking him back and forth in the white glider and softly singing my favorite James Taylor song.  A short afternoon nap and full bottle has made him sleepy and he looks at me with that same milk drunk look that he had when he was an infant and was half of his current size.  I smile at [...]

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Reorganization

February 21, 2012

Tonight, over a dinner of sloppy joes and macaroni and cheese, Chessa announces, “I’m the mommy, I’m the mommy, I’m the mommy!”  “What?!” I answer with a laugh. “Chessa, I AM the Mommy.” “No. You can be the doggie.”  Well, ok then.    and for the record, we don’t even have a dog. 

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Wordless Wednesday: Vacation Edition

February 15, 2012

I owe this little corner of the internet some attention.  It’s on my to do list, I swear. I have things, so many things, I want to write about. Unfortunately “write on the blog” is firmly placed behind things like “do the work for which I get a paycheck,” “feed and bathe the children I [...]

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The next time they’re fighting, I’ll remember this moment

February 13, 2012

I push the recliner back and forth, snuggling my feverish baby to my chest. Cole pops his thumb in his mouth and for a few moments sits still in my lap.  I press my lips to his forehead, using the timeless test of mothers everywhere to feel that he’s still warm, but not hot. I [...]

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Month 11 {Letters to Cole}

February 9, 2012

Dear Cole, As I write this we are on vacation. Your first trip to Florida, hopefully not your last. But given that I think I heard you crying at 2AM last night from your grandmother’s room, I’m not sure we’ll be invited back. Oh, buddy. I know I say this all the time. It’s probably starting [...]

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Two

February 2, 2012

Sometimes I think she’s going to be two forever.  Or two going on 13, as it is.  Tonight, Chessa looked at me square in the face, right after I told her I was not going to be banished to my bedroom while she and Craig and Cole played in the living room.  “Mommy is going [...]

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