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A year is an incredibly long time. Trombone is constantly asking how long things are, unmeasurable and unexplainable things like time and distance and whatever I answer he says, “oh that’s a long time.” For example, last week, “When is … Continue reading
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Notes From Mother’s Journal: To The Doctor’s Office And Beyond
I do have a new doctor all lined up. I have not yet met him. 1. I am lazy, 2. All we wanted was flu shots and it seemed simpler to go to the doctor I don’t like rather than … Continue reading
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To the Children, to Make Much of Their Dreams
Dear Trombone and Fresco, Last week I got an email from my former supervisor, offering me my job back for a year while my maternity leave replacement goes on maternity leave. (Office Chair of Procreative DoomPanic strikes again.) It was … Continue reading
The Story of Christmas Elmo
The year Trombone was born, SA’s aunt sent us a singing, drumming Christmas Elmo. Wow, is it ever. Everything you’re thinking right now, it really is all of those things. Piercingly loud. Very red. Battery life like you wouldn’t believe. … Continue reading
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Enjoying the Ordinary
On regular to bad days, life at home with small children is drudgery. It is boring, routine, hard work. It is not the parenting that is hard, though. It’s just the trying to do anything else other than parenting that … Continue reading