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Making Faces

Posted on November 15, 2008

First, for those of you who’ve been as annoyed as I have by the obnoxious profile photo I’ve been using, which, when viewed in context didn’t seem nearly so annoying, rest assured I’ve changed it. I commented on a lot of new blogs, I wonder if they all thought I wasn’t worth a click. What you used to see: What you now see: And what you can’t see in what you now see: I know, I cropped out the precious Fin and the kicky foot of Ave. The thing about having three kids is that there is incredible guilt in not including everyone, not keeping everything totally equal, which of course is impossible, but the person that I am has me trying. And failing.…

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Categories: Me

Squeeze Squeeze

Posted on November 14, 2008

We were sitting together in the fading afternoon sun, the table before us festooned with bits of blue Play-Doh and imaginatively colored turkeys. The braids I’d set in her hair during the daily sprint to get out the door were unravelling, the spotted ribbons and ties tucked in my pocket after having been torn free during a living room dance session. Her bangs were tickling her eyelashes, swaying and sticking with each blink. Her cheeks, less full each day, bore little sprays of color, part marker, part concentration, as she held a pair of scissors in one hand and a sheet of construction paper in the other. I held Fin in my lap as I waited, this being our first time with a project…

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Categories: Mama Sap

I wonder…

Posted on November 12, 2008

I wonder if there is a way to buy a slightly less razor-sharp razor, this mama just can’t hang with the quintuple blade razors that leave me a bloody mess. I wonder what it means that when I cracked the package on my nylons yesterday the coupon inside said it had expired in March of ’07. I mean I know it says that I buy cheap-ass nylons, but what else? I wonder what will happen to Jennifer Aniston when she stops being cute? I wonder if Sienna Miller will ever…umm scratch that, I couldn’t give two bleeps about Sienna. You? Wondering anything?

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Categories: Me

Pfft, maybe a post a month

Posted on November 11, 2008

I feel as though I have fallen off the wagon, sitting here feeling past and bloated and generally guilty. Which, as we all know does a whole boat load of nothing. The bloat and paste are really more atrophy, the effects of not having written anything that makes my heart soar. I’ve written plenty of captions, brainstormed on captions and drafted pitch letters, but I’ll be darned if I’ve penned a single nursing by moonlight entry or chronicled the morning drop off, or newly created tradition of post-pick-up/pre-drop-off sandwich making with Briar. I am puffy with waste, tender moments not shared here. I’ve not released the sensation of Avery whispering in my ear, “But mama, I miss fawder bear, I miss him so very…

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The shoemaker’s children

Posted on November 11, 2008

I’m no shoemaker, but words are my trade and my kids, well, lately they’ve had no words. No words from me, that is. The kids actually have a lot of words. Finley continues to beam and trill, “mama.” Avery calls to me with her head cocked, “Anything ok here?” and “What is going on in here, anyway?” Briar is brimming with pre-school wisdom, “Hoho’s elbows are watching,” and “Wiggly teeth start coming when you get big.” Sean for his part is another source of bemusement– “I don’t mean to be vain, but I hope I’m a good looking old chick,” I said the other night. He looked at me sweetly, considering my face and then saying, “Me too.” So, I tell you with a…

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