By Beck I wrote a guest post for 5 Minutes for Special Needs which is posted today, talking about my feelings about The Baby’s Celiac Disease. And I do have a lot of feelings about it – some good, some sad – and you should totally go read that post, but mainly I just feel…
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Childhood Kitchens
By Beck My grandma – the one who is now, my kids will tell you, in Heaven – was a magically good cook. Even now, I sometimes dream about her food, supernaturally good and the sorts of things that I wanted the most as a child: layer cakes, salads frothy with marshmallows, creamy mashed potatoes,…
Getting Ready For Winter
By Beck My youngest child was given a chipmunk stuffed animal for Christmas this year, one of Santa’s more inspired stocking stuffers. And he’s a pretty cute toy chipmunk and all, but my kids – as a rule – are fairly indifferent to stuffed animals, despite having enough of them to stock a fairly impressive and…
Teddy Bear
By Beck When I wrote last week’s melancholy post, I had NO IDEA that the very next day would be Babyfest 09: Emergency Time! Nobody TOLD me that every pregnant person I know* had gotten together and planned on having emergency c-sections en masse on Friday and so Saturday found me still whimpering. (all two…
Pictures
By Beck The Boy got rushed to the hospital from his doctor’s office yesterday afternoon, which was pretty exciting. And by “pretty exciting” I mean – of course – that I was terrified to an almost wordless extent. Because he is very, very big for his age, no one ever presumes that he is actually…
What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor
By Beck It is – despite the chilly mid-April temperatures and the monsoon rains – summer and the local young people are enjoying their freedom. Primarily, they are enjoying running drunkenly by my house in the middle of the night and waking me up with their loud, happy voices, and in the morning I wake…
Wistful With A Dash Of Computer Problems
By Beck My computer is DYING – I can’t presume that I’ll have more than a few seconds on it before it suddenly flutters off, which makes writing on it more exciting than usual. So while I’m practising my karate kicking on my computer, please enjoy this post from two summers ago. From some of…
A Phone Call To Poison Control
By Beck “MOM! THE BABY IS EATING THOSE LITTLE BEANS GROWING IN THE FRONT YARD!” I went into the living room to find my son freaking out and my youngest kid with her hand full of little green seed pods, plucked from a tree in our yard. “I thought they were little baby green beans!”…
Leap
By Beck I was looking at pictures from a few years ago – and is this ever a good idea? I suspect not – and was just stricken by how small and child-sized my Boy was just minutes ago. Now, of course, he is as tall as kids in grades above him, tall and sturdy…
Veruca Salt And Light
By Beck The Baby just returned from a walk with her Papa and my cousin Ben, chocolate bar in hand. It is 10:30 in the morning. “You bought her a chocolate bar?” I asked my dad, a bit incredulously. “I had to,” he said. “She cried about it.” “Yep,” said The Baby, happily eating her…