Monthly Archives: September 2015

seventeen months

  17 months. Loves tomatoes the most. Likes to vacuum and “clean.” Still gives the best hugs on earth. Doesn’t say anything except “hi” and “mmmmmm (yum).” Loves to go for walks and play outside. Will grab my hand to walk around the house. Just because. Teething something fierce. Looks exactly like his father. Loves […]

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Ollie + Avery

  Cousins born 3 months apart. Ollie is loud. Avery is quiet. Ollie is a sports prodigy. Avery … has my genetic handicap. Ollie splashes in the tub. Avery sits quietly wondering why he hadn’t thought of that. Ollie likes bread and butter. Avery likes bread and butter. Ollie likes the wagon. Avery does not […]

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whole.

  My Mom raised me, my brother, and my sister as one unit. My sister (technically) has a different dad than my brother and I, but it meant nothing to us at all. I don’t recall a time that my Mom ever (ever, ever!) distinguished us in that way. We were full siblings and that […]

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a mess

  It’s all messy: The hair. The heart. The words. Life.   (Especially the gummy bears stuffed in his cheeks and congealed in his fists.)

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in the wee hours

  There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.            

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