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Footsteps

Posted on June 27, 2008

He comes to me when I walk. Last night, with Finley riding on my chest, I took a walk. Sean was putting the girls to bed as I slipped out. We walked slowly, Finley’s hands held one of mine as her mouth moved along as if playing the harmonica. A mellow breeze moved the air, cooling and chasing away the humidity of the day. I smiled at the checkerboard of perfectly manicured lawns and dandelion dotted yards, a challenge to step up our own yard work and license to slack at the same time. A few blocks from home we came upon one of the biggest houses in town, infamous for its owners mean, mean dogs. Watching for the dogs, I was surprised to…

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Being this smart hurts

Posted on June 26, 2008

I’ve been a bit of a Twitterholic of late. It’s like friendship without strings, no hurt feelings, no having to stick to plans (I am quite literally the queen of gasping and saying something sounds fun and “Oh, shouldn’t we do this? Let’s!” Only to have the scheduled time arrive and think, “Oh my god, I so do NOT want to do this.”) Trading little morsels, not quite blogworthy, but ohmygod, my kid has been wearing her Dora helmet in the house for 3 hours! is too good not to share with someone, and so, I Twit…Tweet…Twa–sorry, got carried with Twitterreverence. Anyway, Sean has noticed my interest in Twitter and sat down while I clicked around on my laptop. “So, you know Twitter has…

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Killing flies and fly writers*

Posted on June 25, 2008

Greetings once again from the sticky Adirondacks, the black flies have left, but the regular old house flies have all take up residence in our house…wherever my bug-phobic Briar is. MOM! MO-OOOOOM! MOM, COME QUICK! QUICK I SAID. Pad. Click. Pad. Click.OH MY GOSH, OH. MY. GOODNESS! OHMYGOSH, Pad. Click. Pad. Click.HURRY. QUICK! MOM!”Pad, click, click, pad. What is it?A FLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY. Pad.Pad.Pad.Clomp.A FLY.Pad. Click. Click. Click. Smack.A FLY.Pad. Slide. Slide. Grunt. Pad.OH MY GOSH A FLY! Each of these exchanges is of course peppered with the unbelievably pathetic sounds of Avery making her valiant, but gimpy way along on her pudgy foot and purple cast. So far I’ve exterminated 4 of the little buggers with a dish towel, one particularly wily fly continues to…

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Lucky comes in many colors

Posted on June 24, 2008

Not a meme, not a letter, rather a post to send some good things out into the universe, bear with me. To Karen – The envelopes that arrived for Briar and Avery yesterday were, after reverent inspection of their metallic stickers, ripped open with wild abandon. The cards inside, richly decorated with incredible drawings and sweet words from Lars, brought enormous smiles to the girls’ faces. Thank you! Ree – Finley blissfully kicked her feet and stretched her arms as she leaned into the afternoon breeze from her lush perch upon the exquisite blanket you sent. Thank you. Melissa – I am an ass with no excuse for having failed to thank you** properly for the incredible shower you through us. I have the…

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Calling for back up

Posted on June 24, 2008

Finley, little dark-tressed nugget of love that she is, has a dark secret. She has within her wee ten pounds of self an insane capacity for shrieking with indignation. Her preferred hours of rage are: 1) The precise moment in which Sean and I try to catch up on the day and on through the news, pausing before dinner to cruelly suggest we might eat in peace. 2) Just after the girls have been successfully read, coddled, cuddled, chided, coerced and threatened into sleeping. 3) During any episode of The Last Comic Standing. 4) Throughout the 7.5 minutes I take to wash up before bed. It isn’t usually a problem as I realize how fleeting this time really is, before we know it she’ll…

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