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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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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Sometimes Sweet

The Moon

Every evening around dusk, Sean and I will go to the dining room windows and look for the moon. Last night, in North Texas, it was a spectacular golden orb that hung so low and heavy over the city that it looked as though it might fall right out of the sky. “Moon out!” he exclaimed in a stage whisper, then “Shhhh,” putting his finger to his lips seeming to understand that some things are best observed in silence. I watched Sean as he watched the moon, his baby profile a study in twilight. Ever the…

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Parenting Gone Awry, Snips And Snails, Sometimes Sweet

It’s not the gift, but the balloon that counts.

Last year, when Sean turned one, I went all out and threw him a big party — or rather I threw a party for all those who had been with us through the pregnancy and that crazy first year. For that, those people deserve a party and a place in heaven. And is there any better way to show your appreciation than to serve cake with icing that turns your teeth blue? I think not. It’s kind of too bad that Sean won’t remember that on his first birthday the house was filled with people (with…

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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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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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