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March 23, 2005



Uh, yeah, that title had my heart jumping out of my throat. Glad to hear the puke/poop fest has subsided. Very interesting to hear the stages the two little ones are passing through. We've tried having a babysitter come over here and there, and seem to have noticed a corresponding clinginess in the kiddo. His grandmother is always on at us about letting him stay the night alone with her... i guess it's just a matter of time before we get it from both parties. That would be a bittersweet situation.

Yankee T

Cherish the bittersweet moments of young childhood. As I read your post and look back on those days, with the (not so) wise eyes of the parent of teenagers, I remember it all well. Older daughter is leaving in June for 3 weeks in Australia followed by 5 weeks in New England studying. Next year, she leaves me for college. I know I will yearn for the days of the first sleepover without me. Time is so precious. Enjoy!

Phantom Scribbler

Oh, Moreena. And here I am whining about having to carry the baby around in the sling all day.LG was sling-toddler extraordinaire. He weaned himself, but the sling? No way man. He'd still be in it if his sister wasn't in the way.I totally understand about feeling sad when they push you away -- and frustrated when they cling to you. Sometimes I think parenthood is all about ambivalence and emotional confusion...


Hey, I know Yankee and Phantom Scribbler, too!!! Wow! It's a party in here and I know all the cool kids (i'm sure ocelot is just as cool). Congrats on surviving the rota virus (which I had not heard of before, but don't care to meet).


Yankee,You are so right. This is one reason I love my blog. It really helps me to capture all those moments and all those feelings. Phantom,Hey! You get to whine!! Actually, what you describe sounds worse to me because both kids are acting up. That always drives me up the wall. Also, right now my mom is here, which is just paradise for me.PPB,I "met" all these people through you! Thanks!


and ocelot,many apologies for the heart jumping!


Just wanted to say HI!


Sounds like Grandma must be really fun. Can she come play at my house after?


Great to hear that the kids are feeling better again!Been through that moment with my son. It is bittersweet.

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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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