Sunday, December 04, 2016

The kids are growing like weeds

Of course, you knew that. Didn't need me to tell you.

Annabel has braces. And boldness. And brains.

And we are entering that crossroad.



Sometimes I close my eyes and hold my breath just to feel the pulse running through my ears.

I pretend it's the sea.

Always changing.

She's given up dance and taken up theater. She has a voice coach as well as a basketball coach.

She no longer plays at dress up. She's now a professional.

She'll be T-H-I-R-T-E-E-N in a few weeks (13?howisthatpossible?)

I've rummaged through picture files here on the fingerprint stained laptop I somehow managed to wrestle away from her brother, but I couldn't find much of anything recent to show you.

She is more her own now, in ways that are not mine to tell.



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Silas is more of himself, as well, now that he's the grand old age of nine.
His body hasn't yet caught up to his feet, but it doesn't matter his size.

These days he takes the stairs two at a time, wearing a santa hat and last year's pajamas.

Legs visible from the calves, he claims he's never outgrown things.

Beatific, barely bespectacled boy, who sings in the shower and doesn't care who's listening.

He'll hug you if you ask him. Gladly.

But, no pictures, please. 

And he'll tell you about his dreams: That one day he will be bigger than a French car.












Sunday, May 08, 2016

Mothers and daughters



It never gets old.

Happy Mother's Day to all the women who nurture.


Friday, April 08, 2016

Foam war chronicles

Epic Nerf War  #1 Capture the Flag. Yellow team.

The Yellow Team.


Epic Nerf War #1 Capture the flag. Blue team.

The Blue Team.

Not the flag, but captured some guns. Yellow team advances.

Yellow Team advances with capture of weapon dump.

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Short on strategy. Tough break for Blue Team.

"Maverick."

Regroup in higher ground.

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Overtaken in their own base camp.

"War never works out. ... Even when you win you lose."

"War never works out. Even when you win you lose."

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War correspondant ... signing off.




Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Word

Reading genie.


And today, for the second night in a row at lights out, he told me he'd "like to keep reading if that's OK."

"That's fine. Let me know when you'd like broccoli as a snack."



Thursday, November 19, 2015

Thursday, October 08, 2015

Making a spectacle of one's self ...

He sits in the chair and plays patty cake with the armrests.


The doctor chuckled when I said glasses might help him read better ... #smallchange
He is nervous, though he isn't saying so.

"They won't touch my eye with any of these gadgets, will they?"

"They'll just ask you to look through the goggles and tell them what you see. It's not uncomfortable."

I'm just trying to smooth over his fears, and I'm not sure it's helping.

Discomfort comes in many forms. Especially where small cubicles contain larger-than-life anatomical eyeballs.

Experience, I suppose, is one antidote to discomfort.

But it helps when part of that practice lets you choose your specs.

And it helps when no one actually pokes you in the eye.
Because knowing what to expect often takes practice. ...

And patience. ...

And perhaps answering all manner of questions that don't seem to have anything to do with the present circumstances. Such as ...

"When I'm 20, how will you do errands?"
"Maybe I'll send you to do them for me."
"But what if I'm in college ... or far away?"
"Then I'll just do them ... same as now."
"But how? You might not be big enough."
"I'm not going to shink THAT much in just 12 years."

After all, I'm sure he didn't expect to need glasses until he was much, much older.


Spectacles

Of course,  I didn't expect him to look so much older in the blink of an eye. 

Friday, July 17, 2015

So many things ...

Evening swim


Summer has come ... but the time I thought I'd have to fritter about and catch up here hasn't so much materialized.

Another patchwork of my best intentions.

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Today is Amah's birthday.

The kids and I visited. A tiny little party with immediate family ... but no picture.

For the first time in years she was able to eat meals made of solid food: An omlette and toast, baked fish and boiled beans, birthday cake. She is happy and ravenous. Progress.

"I think her brain is getting more composed. They are really helping her get better here," observed Silas from behind his slice of cake, which he was working on digging out on the tender morsels from its thick frosting shell.

Annabel's eyes teared up. Mine stayed dry. Progress.

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Cat life


The cat is growing in her sleep.

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They passed EVERYONE! #topgearheads


Annabel would prefer that her mom drives faster and her dad drives slower.

Dressed himself


Silas seems to be growing every time I check the rearview mirror.

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Both Jed and I have done fun stuff ...

Sharklegate #much #latergram


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We're staying busy with running ...

Fun run with Silas


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And plays ....

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And enjoying Mothers and all their Natures ... whenever we can.

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Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Legitimate conversations

our wedding


"Mom ... When you and dad got married did he stay near the front while your dad walked you down an aisle?"

"Yes, Silas, that's pretty much how it went."

"Who was your caterer?"

"Tommy Carlucci. I don't think you've ever met him."

"And who made your cake?"

"Karen Casey ... she lives across the street from papa."

"Did it have bride and groom on top that looked like you and daddy?"

"No. We weren't that fancy. We had edible flowers ... pansies."

"When is your anniversary?"

"September 28."

"Wait ... you mean your anniversary comes AFTER I was born?"

"Well not the first few."

Monday, May 18, 2015

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