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There is nothing more relaxing than a cat. After a chaotic few months with extra kids in the house, having an oversized kitty sitting on your chest massaging your belly and purring in your ear is a bit like heaven. It doesn’t hurt when you’re out in the country and the only other sound besides the bray of nearby horses is the occasional rumble of a passing truck.
I’ve seen the game-boy, the pac-man, the e-children. I’ve watched their zombie eyes and the dull sullen responses when engaged. I’ve witnessed the drama of the ensuing parental attempts to detach them from their apparatus: iPods, PSPs, Gameboy DSs, and iPhones. Even Leapfrog has one now for the toddler crowd. I dread that one day there will be one of them in my house. Read the rest of this entry »
Make me laugh, blue room
Read me good books about firefighters, talking trucks and a silly alligator named Doodle
Play finger puppets with me again
Put on shows for me with funny character voices
Blue room, make me laugh again
Spin me around until I can’t stand on my feet
Hold my car, blue room and I’ll hold the other while we play smash ‘em and crash ‘em
Look down on me every night while I sleep to make certain that nothing bad will come to me
Never be dusty, never be silent or sad—never be blue Read the rest of this entry »
Two nights ago, they were almost $3000 from their goal. Tonight, just a little over $700. I hope my post from a couple of nights ago was worth a buck or two.
I’ve become an instant fan of producer Andrea James along with Jamie Hebert, his husband Alec Mapa, their son Zion (crazy cute) and the project/film Family Restaurant. Check out the video and consider donating to the effort to make this film happen.
Long story (words by Jamie Hebert) follows: Read the rest of this entry »
It’s 6:33 on a Sunday morning and I’ve been up for a little over an hour, after shaking myself awake from a dream of T.
My memory of the dream starts with T being in our house for a weekend visit. For some reason, “our house” was a mishmash of where we live now, my childhood home and a house for-sale down the street and around the corner. There were toys every where. My Mom and my nieces and nephews were also there – in the house but in other rooms that I couldn’t see and didn’t attempt to enter. Lucas was more baby than boy, but he moved freely about the house. Read the rest of this entry »
Warning: This post is long and picture-less. Juan will attest that it took me forever to write it. Consider this my attempt to answer some frequently-asked questions – How’s T doing? Have you heard from his parents? Do you get to see him? The short answers are I don’t know, No and No. The longer answer follows… Read the rest of this entry »
My son and I have a ritual. On those mornings when I rouse him out of his crib, he and I stand at the windows of his room and wave to the trees, “Hi trees!” No matter how cranky we are, it always makes the day seem hopeful. Read the rest of this entry »
This year the order of the holiday was a little unhappiness, a serious candy shortage and smashing pumpkins—no, not the slightly fringe rock group from the 1990s. I’m talking about the street in front of our house on October 31. Apparently there were a few unhappy trick-or-treaters too. Read the rest of this entry »
Chatter, it’s what I hear over my shoulder from the back seat of the car. It’s what comes through the monitor when he’s ready to get up from his nap. It’s what he mutters in between bites of food or sips from his drink at the table. Lucas has more to say than any other child I’ve ever met. He is now two years old. He’s getting taller; he’s getting heavier; he is able to do more every day, and he has a whole lot more to say: ick, uck, yuck. Read the rest of this entry »