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Category: Family Life

You Know the Cliche

Cian noticed the tulips in their vase on the kitchen island and stopped his play. “When are dey gonna open?” he asked me. I looked at them, perfectly shaped, as they must have been all week. I couldn’t say for sure: I’d picked them up for six bucks at the grocery store on Saturday and really hadn’t noticed them since. “Maybe tomorrow, buddy,” I said. “It happens slowly.” “Can I see dem?” “Sure,” I replied, and picked him up to set him on the counter beside the flowers. Nervously, I circled, staying close, because even though I had a bunch of things to do and the chances of him falling off and cracking his head open were slim, you know. I’m not one to assume. But he sat there for the longest time–come on buddy, I have STUFF to DOOOOO–and other than when he kept calling out, “Don’t take a pictchah of me! Stop LOOKING AT ME!” he was really happy to just…watch the tulips. “When are dey gonna open?&#8221…

In a Sea of Lions

Quinlan came home with this cute project the first graders completed in the beginning of March. Each child had to decide if she or he was more like a lion or a lamb, and explain why. We were all in the kitchen when I saw it, and so the first time I read it was out loud. Here’s the translated version: “I am most like a lamb because I am calm when my brother screams and is scared and when my sister is mean to me.” David and I just started laughing. But Saoirse? Oh, Saoirse was aghast: “QUINLAN!” She looked at her sister in shock. “I have to see your teacher! That’s what she’s going to be thinking about me now?!” All I could think was, join the crowd, Saoirse. I let her read last Thursday’s post. She know’s what’s up. So, a little advice to our eldest: welcome to our world, big girl. Take it from me and your dad: just don’t make eye contact with anyone you know anymore and you’ll get along juuuuust fine…

What We Need is a Snowblower Named Desire

Some of you are where we are right now: blanketed under a foot and a half of snow, with more falling from the sky as you read this. It’s beautiful, really. The birds outside my window look adorable hopping around under the bird feeder with snowflakes coating their bellies. The girls played outside most of the morning, returning inside with happy smiles and cheeks flushed red and cold. We’ve made snow ice cream, and hot chocolate from scratch. We had junk food for lunch, and they’re all curled under blankets watching Moana for the second time in 24 hours. It is, as usual, a lovely snow day for me and kiddos. Oh, David, you say? What about David? Oh, him. Well, David doesn’t like it so much. I can’t imagine why. &nbsp…