Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

The Wedding Portrait

If you are contemplating getting married, here’s some advice: Skip the 16 x 20 bridal portrait. While it will seem like a very good and necessary thing at the time, after the champagne punch wears off, you will realize there is no place you really want to display a picture of that size, of yourself, in that pose, in that dress, in your home, even though it is evidence that in fact, for at least one day, you were a babe — a slim babe in a beaded gown no less. But if you cannot help…

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Makes Me Sigh, Parenting Gone Awry

Lessons in Parenting from the Zoo

Photos Temporarily Unavailable There’s one in every family. And apparently this is no less true for the animal kingdom. Earlier in the week, we took Sean to the zoo. Sean has been able to identify obscure zoo animals, like the “dik dik” since he was a year old — an obvious display of brilliance. He loves the zoo, so we bought memberships and go there often. And most of the time, the people gawking at the bored or sleeping animals are as interesting to watch as the bored or sleeping animals. But on this particular day,…

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Christmas, Makes Me Sigh, Sometimes Sweet, Sometimes Tart

The Tree

It is December 3rd, 2005 in the year of our Lord, and I am kicking off the season that celebrates His birth by standing on the top step of an 8-foot-ladder, where there is a sticker that reads “Only An Idiot Would Stand Here.” And for those idiots who can’t read, this point is illustrated with a picture of a stick man falling to his death. This Norman Rockwell scene is made even more ridiculous by the fact that it’s 80 degrees outside. I am wearing a tank top, shorts and suede flip flops (suede because…

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Makes Me Sigh, Sometimes Sweet

Just Two Wonderful!

Dear Sean – You are two years old today — two years! You are no longer a baby, but a little boy. While Daddy and I celebrate the amazing creature that you have become and the hope of what the future holds for you, we selfishly grieve the irretrievable days that have already slipped away. Not a day passes that I don’t want to go back and do it all over again, even the day Mommy set you and the lamp you busted out on the curb in a big box addressed to Grandma. I never…

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GiGi and Poopah, Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails

The Hair Cut

After the 7th or 8th time someone referred to my little boy as “she” this past week, I caved in and made an appointment to have his beautiful golden curls whacked off. This event, more than any other, has made me grieve the passing of his babyhood. All of the previous mile markers were victories, and really with his DNA, growing hair is a victory, albeit probably short lived. But in spite of all that, this cutting of his baby curls just seemed to be a passing of a point of no return. And I didn’t…

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Antique Daddy, Makes Me Sigh, Mildly Amusing

Samson

Sean will be two years old next month and he has accomplished many things in that short time. But growing a full head of hair is not one of them. Sean is descended from a long line of hair challenged men. His father’s face is so remarkably handsome, hair would only be a distraction. Both of Sean’s grandfathers, and even those before them, sported beautifully bald pates, as do all the uncles on both sides. Sean does not stand a chance of being a rock star as it is likely that he will be able to…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

Leg Hugs

A year ago, just as Sean was learning to walk, he was my lover boy. He always had love for Mommy — precious sweet toddler affection, which expressed itself in many forms, but always with slobber. I never dreamed how much I would appreciate someone standing in my lap and sucking on my nose. Or slobbering a slimy river of drool into my ear while chanting in baby baritone “mahmahmahmahmah.” Until one day, it happened no more. The more Sean perfected walking, the more independent he became and the less affection he had for me. Unlike…

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Antique Daddy, Makes Me Sigh

Accept No Substitutes

Like most modern households with children, we have divvied up the child-care tasks. Antique Daddy handles the bedtime routine and I handle everything else up to that point. And I must say that he does an excellent job. With very few exceptions, bedtime is a happy and special time that both he and Sean look forward to at the end of the day. Antique Daddy was gone a few days this week, so I had to cover the bedtime routine. And I really thought it went well. Sean happily went to sleep each night. I thought…

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