By Beck This is a reprint of something I wrote – and liked very much – back in February of 2007. I’m a bit too distracted right now for a bunch of reasons to write anything fresher. Enjoy! I dreamt last night that I was desperately driving a snowmobile across near-open water while wolves chased me….
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The End Of November
By Beck The old coin about the year – that spring was youth, summer was vibrant maturity, fall was middle age and winter… well, winter was old age and death – anyhow, that coin feels very true right now, but not in a bad way. The year is coming to an end and everything…
Play Freebird!
By Beck “I want to go away for the weekend or something,” I grumped at my husband the other night, which caused him to look at me in some alarm. We’re surrounded by a lot of families that have suddenly fallen apart, generally because the mother – almost always the mother of young school-aged children…
Changing Music
By Beck I lost my mp3 player recently – where could it have gone? I really don’t know – and it’s surprising to me how much I’ve missed it. I only use it once a day, while I’m falling asleep at night, and I certainly don’t listen for very long – even without babies, I…
Things That Have Already Passed, Things That Are Gone
By Beck This is a reprint of a post from April – hence the reference to Maundy Thursday – of 2007, and it’s incredibly poignant for me, reading about The Baby curling up on my lap. It’s already done. Sniff. This afternoon, The Baby was hanging out being petulant and almost-two and I took this…
Revelations
By Beck On the weekend, I was complaining in the evening – after the kids were tucked away, sleeping in their small beds – complaining about their rotten behaviour, about how one of them had hurt my feelings at a family gathering. I felt raw and hurt and distant from my kid, muttering dark forecasts…
Fire Proof
By Beck The Baby and I have lots of weird, preschooler-sized adventures during the day. For example, this week, we (and ten other kids from her playgroup) went to the fire station and met Sparky The Giant Bipedal Fire Dog and sat in the big loud fire truck. Half of the kids were crying hysterically…
Construction Paper Heart
By Beck The Baby now has a one hour nursery school session each week, which she’s really enjoying. Parents are allowed to stay and sit on the tiny, child-sized stools in the background – or they can go, have ONE HOUR to themselves while the little goobers sing The More We Get Together and do…
Two Little Bears
By Beck I bought The Girl a silly pen at the dollar store today – it has a little pretend tv at the top, and when you press the button, POP! A picture of one of the actors from High School Musical appears. I’m going to tuck it into her lunch as as surprise for…
Fragile
By Beck It’s rarely a good thing when your kid’s school phones you in the middle of the day. Especially when you answer the phone and the school secretary starts talking in a very apologetic voice. “What happened?” I cut in, right in the middle of her greetings. “The Girl – and I don’t think…