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…
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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…
Gruff
By Beck I just got back from watching a classroom performance of The Three Billy Goats Gruff – my son was a very appropriately gruff-voiced troll, crouched underneath a set of classroom play stairs. The three little goats were three little girls, title of the play to the contrary, and they traipsed over the stairs…
Babies
By Beck My daughter’s grade four class has had a visitor every other week over the past school year. A baby has come to her class, and the kids charted her development and took pictures of her and sang her songs and this past week, the class baby turned one. “Babies grow up so fast,…
The grains beyond age
By Beck Yesterday started off oddly, with me waking up to a silent computer. “What will I do now?” I thought, and then set about my day – getting all of us off to school (I was volunteering for the morning, The Baby crabbing alongside me, sorting and counting the supplies for the school’s breakfast…