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But Not So Fast: The Oldest is Nine

Our Saoirse Kate turned nine a couple of weeks ago, and I’m still recovering. (Just kidding. I only cried twice.) (In one day, I mean. I only cried twice in one day.) She is now just a foot shorter than where I stand at five-nine, unless I’ve started to shrink already. She was measured for new shoes this month, and she and I are officially able to swap sneakers now. She went running with me the other day, and was able to match my pace  (which is probably a testament more to my current, er, athleticism than it is to her grown-upness, but never mind that). She is an arguer, a crier, a frustrated executive of her sibling squad. She is also: a talker. She shares, she elaborates, she has theories. She is tentatively confident: she played basketball for the CYO league this year, and she progressed from a girl who nervously adjusted her ponytail whenever she was unsure of what she was doing to becoming a player who wrested the ball from an opposing teammate’s hands in her last game, pivoted on one foot, and shot the ball without a moment…

Like Mother, Like Daughter

I was getting the girls’ snacks together before school today, and I told each of them that they could choose a small candy from their trick-or-treating stash to throw in along with what I’d already packed. Saoirse took so long to go through what she had that I just moved around her, waiting for her to come up for air. But she didn’t come up for air. I turned around to find her with her head in her bucket. As I watched, she lifted her face up and inhaled a deep breath through her nose. I wish you could have seen the smile on her face. “I love the smell of Halloween!” she said. I turned around so she couldn’t the piece I’d just unwrapped and shoved into my mouth. It’s too bad, because I was going to say that I absolutely couldn’t agree with her more.   &nbsp…

I Hate it When the Kids Know Better than I Do

It was so cold last night–well, cold for our crew, anyway. The temperature hovered around 50, with that oh-so persistent fall wind that cuts right through you, straight to the bone, making you wonder how the end of October got here so quickly. Saoirse and David left for her basketball practice at 4:45, after a ridiculously early dinner, and the littles asked to go outside to play. I said yes, of course, because when your kids actually want to play outside, in the wild, you certainly don’t tell them to sit down and watch some TV instead. (Right?) But it was cold out. With that wind? Brrr. But they played for almost two hours. They played until the sun disappeared behind the trees and the clouds turned pink and gold and blue in the sunset. They played until their noses were red and fingers were shivering. They were laughing. Laughing almost the whole time, and they were the only kids outside in the neighborhood because did I mention that it was cold?  I want to start running again, and have, a little bit, and by a little bit, I mean I went out for…