Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

Circle Therapy

The other day I got a Lillian Vernon catalogue in the mail. I think I ordered something from them fifteen years ago and I still get their catalogues. Lillian holds out a lot of hope for me. As do Harry and David.  Sean was sitting at the kitchen counter, so I plopped the catalogue down in front of him.  I gave him a pen and told him to circle the things he liked.  I used to do this with the J. C. Penney catalogues that my mother got in the mail.  I’d sit on the sofa…

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Makes Me Sigh, Outsmarted, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

More Four. Please.

Yesterday afternoon, I heard a muffled scuffling banging sound coming from Sean’s room.   I somehow knew it was him hanging by one hand like an orangutan from the upper hang rod in his closet with the other hand blindly reaching, swiping and digging for something in the deep dark recesses of the closet.  I also knew that he was standing tip toe on one foot on a precariously positioned stool that was about to tip over while he balanced his other foot on the lower hang rod, all but knocking off the fall and winter clothes I had just organized and hung there the week before.…

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Makes Me Sigh, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

Observations

One of the most delightful things about being the mother of a four-year-old is the opportunity to see the world through his eyes. The other day, Sean sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar while I worked in the kitchen.  Seemingly out of the blue, he offered this observation: “Mommy, young skin is smooth and bright,” he said lightly rubbing his forearm. “But old skin is dark and bumpy and… fragile.” He looked up at me, into my face, as if to verify that he had been heard and understood. All I could do…

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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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Always Real, Sometimes Sweet

Daily Reminders

At four and a half, Sean is getting to the age where his world is rapidly expanding.  Every day, it gets a little more crowded in his world, whereas before, it was just me. I was his whole world.  My starring role in his life is drawing nigh.  I know that.  That’s why I love those times when we are driving in the car.  If only for a few miles, it’s just the two of us.   Plus, he’s strapped in and can’t get away.    On the way to school on Friday morning, I looked in…

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Antique Embarrassment, Sometimes Sweet

Pedaling Away From Me

Sean has a birthday coming up soon and his father and I have promised him a bicycle. So for the last month or so, every time we go to Wal-Mart, which is just about every day, we have to go to the bike department and test drive the various models. If you have spent any time in the Wal-Mart bicycle department, then you know that as well as having a few floor models “on the floor” they also display them by hanging them from the front tire by a hook. If you have a child, then…

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Sometimes Sweet

When You’re Happy And You Know It

Antique Daddy has been in a bit of a blue funk for a few days, which is extremely rare for him.  That is one of the many things that I love about him — he is a ship on an even keel whereas I am a kayak easily given to spazzing out and flipping over and over and looking ridiculous.  After dinner we stood in the kitchen and I hugged him and asked him if he was still sad. Sean overheard this from across the room.  He stopped foraging through his box of Leggos and asked in a worried voice, “Daddy, are you…

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Sometimes Sweet

Over The Rainbow

The afternoon sun breached the narrow space between the window and the window shade, allowing a sunbeam through. It cut through the glass coffee table and spilled its spectrum of colors into a puddle on the floor. And that’s where I found the little boy. Lying on the living room floor in a stream of iridescent sunshine. “What are you doing in here?” I asked. “Oh, just soaking up the rainbow,” he said matter-of-factly. Sometimes, this boy, he is too wise for his years and it makes my heart stop. The laundry could wait. I set…

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Sometimes Sweet

Of Bears And Boys

One rainy afternoon last week, Sean and I were snuggled on the sofa together watching a show about bears on Animal Planet.  A young bear scaled a tree with enthusiasm if not grace. “Now why is that widdle bear not with his mommy?” he asked with concern. “Well, he is probably big enough to be by himself,” I assured him.  “He probably doesn’t need his mommy to look after him anymore.” He took a few seconds to consider this and then said in a low and worried voice, “I don’t ever want to be that big.”…

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