pancakes & dumplings
He is on the mend. All your love after my last post meant the world to me. I laugh now at how worked up we managed to get ourselves. But then I stop laughing and am deeply, profoundly grateful. Google + parenting = not such a great idea sometimes. No? I love the Anna Quindlin [...]
What we hold with our hands
He’s come to our bed in the morning light. The covers are unwashed and rumpled. I am still thickly, mostly asleep, my eyes closed, my nose pressed against the warm fuzzy head of Sprout who has drifted back to sleep after being awake for the better part of the two previous hours. It is 6:30 [...]
Happy Happy
Happy Easter everyone!
Not catching any breaks
So, Bean seemed to doing better-ish. No fever, and a happy grin on his face. Then this morning he came into our room and was busy building a fort on our bed with his trains while DH showered and Sprout and I dozed nose to nose, and then suddenly he threw up. All. Over. Everything. [...]
The anatomy of worry
I have been silent the past few days because worry has crept up like fig roots in a well or vermin in the coop. It has been eating my quiet morning hours, and instead of writing I pace the house folding laundry and watch the rain turn to sleet. Fat wet flakes arrow to the [...]
Boy Band
Words tomorrow. Tonight, simply this. These boys, they rock my world.
This life
I went on my first run two days ago, and another today. Two miles each time. Sunshine, mud on the road, my squishy middle conforming to supportive snug of lycra and elastic, my feet happy in my shoes. It was a small, micro slice of euphoria: those thirty minutes, me, and the muddy road.
Along [...]
Protected: Finding my way to here
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Today nothing lasts
Today, sun. Today water droplets falling steadily from icicles along the eaves. Today, fat buds on the forsythia, neighbors running lines for sugaring, the sky the color of a bluebird’s back. Today I am less tired. Still, it is an adjustment, a translation, a prayer.
Sprout is eleven days old. He sleeps in his bouncy [...]
Protected: How you are, now.
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