Aunt Jean, Reruns and Leftovers

Limit Two Protocol

When I was at my Aunt Jean’s house a while back, I noticed that while she didn’t keep canned goods in the bathroom, she did have a stash of probably 25 or 30 giant Snickers bars. In the kitchen that is, not the bathroom. And it wasn’t even Halloween. It was surprising to see so many candy bars because you never see her eat anything like that. Aunt Jean is tall and thin and regal and dignified and not given to self-indulgence. When I asked her about them, she said that when she was growing up,…

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Always Real, Outsmarted

Guest Towels As Explained To A 4-Year-Old

AM:  Here, Sean, don’t use those towels.  Use this one.   Sean: But I like those towels.  Why can’t I use those towels?   AM:  Those are guest towels.   Sean:  (blinks)   AM:  They’re for guests.   Sean: (blinks)    Sean:  Am I a guest?   AM:  No. You live here.  Here, here’s your towel.   Sean:  Oh. (disappointed)  Why can’t I use the pretty towels?    AM: (blinks)   AM:  Why indeed.    AM:  Here.  (hands over the pretty towel)  Be my guest.   

Always Real, School, Snips And Snails

The Salt Shaker

Sean does not yet hold his pencil properly.  I know.  If I were inclined towards over-parenting, I might be wringing my hands right now and consulting experts or at least Googling something. But I’m not.  As many of you know, I’m more inclined towards “Whatever Dude” parenting.   It’s not that he can’t hold the pencil properly; it’s that he won’t hold the pencil properly. He holds it in his fist like a little caveman.   When we sit down to color, I correct him.  Using the jaws of life, I loosen his little fingers from…

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Always Real

Walnuts And Watermelons – Everything You Really Need To Know About Pregnancy

No, not really.  I just thought that was a catchy title.   So then.   We have more books than we have space to put them, so last week, I decided to sort through some of them and cull out those with which I could bear to part.  I came across several books on pregnancy that, unfortunately, I won’t be in need of again so I set them aside to pass along.   A wave of nostalgia washed over me, so I sat down and thumbed through one.  The chapter that described the changes that happen to the female…

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Antique Embarrassment, Use Your Words

Mr. Malaprops

Sometimes, in a fit of motherly passion, I”ll scoop Sean up and smother him with kisses, telling him he’s so cute that I can’t stand it.  And then he squiggles and wiggles out of my arms and runs off, laughing and yelling “Yucky!” Last week, we were at the grocery store, and as we were checking out, he was chatting up the cashier, a grandmotherly type.  “You’re cute!” she cooed at him as I ran my credit card through the machine. “Yeah but my mom can’t stand me,” he told her.  “She says that all the time.”  And then for some…

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Photography & Photoshop

Glenna’s Pink Calla Lily

This pink calla lily belongs to Sean’s surrograte and local grandma and my sister/mother/mentor/friend — Glenna.  She knows how to grow beautiful things like flowers and friendships. I moved the pot it was in to the edge of her swimming pool to get the blue background and then contorted myself like a pretzel to get the shot. And then I fussed with the lighting on the edges in Photoshop. I am reminded of the verse in Matthew 6 where Jesus says of lilies of the field, that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed…

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Hospitality & Manners, Papa George, Snips And Snails

The Little Red Car

One of the problems of being an older parent of an only child — a child that is especially delightful and charming and works the strings of my heart like an angel strumming a harp — is not caving in and spoiling him rotten. It takes a lot of restraint. It takes a lot of that self-control stuff that I’m trying to teach him. Antique Daddy and I believe that over-indulging the desires of Sean’s heart would be to abuse him. We believe that it is good for Sean to not have everything he wants, to long…

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Always Real

The Laundry Basket

Saturday, I did 734 loads of laundry.  Now I know how the people at the post office feel about the mail — it never stops. It just keeps coming.    Sometimes entire weeks will go by with the clean laundry not actually making it to it’s final destination.  Laundry gets washed, sometimes two or three times. Laundry gets dried —  eventually.  Laundry gets folded — more or less.  With good intentions, laundry gets put neatly into the laundry basket.  And then without notice, the laundry’s trip home is cancelled.  The laundry is forced to sit on the laundry tarmac, sometimes for weeks at a time, with…

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Antique Daddy, School, Sometimes Sweet

School Cancellation Policy

We are not a co-sleeping family.  It’s just not what works for us.  But I will admit there are times when I think it would be so very nice if we were.  There are times when I still want to hold my baby close to my heart as I did when he was an infant.  I want to look into his sleeping face and listen to him breathe.  These sweet and uncomplicated days, they are waning.  Too quickly they fly away into the star encrusted galaxy, into forever and beyond.    Lately, Sean will wake up about 5:30 and come get in bed…

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Photography & Photoshop

Reflections

 Sean likes to pick flowers for me.  Not the stem, just the flower.  The other day, while I was out, he picked a marigold from my garden and put it in this little vase to surprise me with upon my return.  Much like the multiple reflections in this photo, when he showed it to me, it made me happy to see how happy it made him to make me happy.