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Category: Milestones

And Now the Cat Just Runs When She Sees Him

It’s happening, quickly, in little spurts and hiccups in between the happy playtimes and cries for hugs and usual, everyday following-me-around-the-house. And it all started with the sprinkles. I swear to you, I was upstairs for no longer than five, maybe seven, minutes when The Day of the Sprinkles happened. I was putting on mascara. Grabbing my watch. The kids had been playing in the dining/playroom, happy and peaceful and quiet. And as I listened upstairs, in that five-to-seven minute stretch, I still heard quiet, so I felt happy and peaceful. Silly mommy. You never ever let quiet children go unchecked. WE ALL KNOW THIS. And I came skipping down the stairs, happy in my ignorance, to see Quinlan rush to meet me at the bottom of the steps. And her face was blue. Her mouth, her cheeks. The palms of her hands were blue. Her fingernails. The soles of her feet were blue. Cornflower blue, to be exact. My child had transformed into a Smurf while I was brushing on some Maybelline Volume Express. Quinlan looked at me, and her expression was deadpan. She’d positioned herself in front…

We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled Program

Okay, you guys. You know that little book I wrote? The one that got revised and revised and edited and revised some more, and finally went out and got somebody to say they wanted to publish it? Well. That book has a cover. It’s an actual, real, in-the-flesh cover, and I’m putting it up on my Facebook author page tomorrow. If you’re a fan of women’s fiction, and like the cover art of authors like Emily Giffin or Taylor Jenkins Reid, I think you’ll like it. It’s very simple and clean, much unlike my children at the moment (hey. Something’s gotta give). If you’d like to help me celebrate, please click on this link to head on over to my Facebook page. Hit “Like,” and let the party begin! After a bit of squealing and jumping up and down, I promise to get back to my regular schedule of irregular posting next week. But I had to let you know. It’s you, after all. Many of you have been with me since I first started putting my writing…

And Then She Turned Seven and I Maybe Cried

Last week, somewhere between a family party on Saturday (with my brother and his wife in town from Milwaukee), and a weeknight meal and another get-together that went late, a sudden cold that required two days of school absence and a good dose of Free Willy and Dolphin Tale 2, a Friday evening pizza party in our house with seventeen first-grade girls (yes. You read that correctly), our oldest daughter turned seven. There was a cake in there, too, and two nights of cupcakes, and dinner at a sushi restaurant because Saoirse really, really likes “the orange kind” and doesn’t get it often, because, you know, it’s sushi, and then, like that, she turned seven. Seven. All she really wanted–besides the salmon–was a helium-filled balloon shaped like a dolphin. All I wanted was to keep her six for just a little while longer. At least one of us got what she wished for. Saoirse has lost one of her top front teeth, and the other is loose. Her hair is long now, grown out from the Great Haircut Fiasco of 2013. She grew four inches in the…