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Just the other night

Posted on January 31, 2009

Back to mix-tapes and day dreams; Garth Brooks. Just the other night at a hometown football game My wife and I ran into my old high school flame And as I introduced them the past came back to me And I couldn’t help but think of the way things used to be Sean had gone to bed and I was dinking around on Facebook. An old friend, one of those people who for a short time blurred the lines between friend and something else, popped up in the chat window. I immediately smiled, remembering the cadence of his speech, the inimitable way he embodied the sort of slacker-stoner dude of the 90’s. We began chatting, joking about babies and parenting, the long road from…

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This, time.

Posted on January 27, 2009

Morose might be a good way of describing my take on time these days, but I am working my way back. Two nights without sleep, the first on account of teeth and the second a stomach bug, doesn’t really help, but iPhoto does. Proof of a valiant battle against time lives there, with golden portraits of life lived unfettered by grains of sand or the growing march of crow’s feet framing the eyes snapping each shot. Our girls spin in a blur of ringlets and tumbles, their squeals taking root in our souls as their feet leave welts on the drywall. It can be dizzying, but as I pause to reflect I see the outline of the curves, the full panorama of this life…

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Cry in the night

Posted on January 27, 2009

A mew and a rustle and I knew. I shot bolt upright and in a flash it was upon us. Finley spent the wee hours with a not so wee stomach bug. She and I are home making like a mama and baby koala bear, clinging and cuddling. It is all over again as if I am a first time mom. Piercing. Dire. Profound. Consuming. Exquisite bliss with excruciating ache. Back to hand-wringing and brow-kissing, hopefully we’ll be toe-nibbling and belly-laughing again soon.

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Edges— blurred and sharp

Posted on January 22, 2009

Time has been treacherous lately, whether it’s managing the preschool snack responsibility schedule or just keeping bread in the house, I seem to be on a wheel spinning faster than I can carry my feet. We haven’t had any complete busts, but there have been forgotten backpacks and tardy arrivals. My nights, once long enough to fit blog entries and tv, have become a startling whoosh of checking the mail to chucking the night’s unfinished dinners into the trash after a lengthy bedtime routine. Sean and I are working together, literally in the same office, yet our rhythm is off, taking me back to my hurdling days— stutter steps to avoid a spill from misjudging distance or awkward lunges to try and catch up.…

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Mommy?

Posted on January 20, 2009

Trying to take a nap in her room while I worked quietly on my laptop— Avery: “Mommy?” Me: “Yes, baby girl?” Avery: “I just peed in my diaper.” Me: “What?” Avery: “I just peed in my diaper. A lot. I peed a lot in my diaper.” Me: “You did? You peed, just now?” Avery: “Yup, it was a lot in my diaper.” Me: “Honey, you don’t have a diaper on.” Sigh.

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