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It Ain’t Over Till the T. Rex Sings

The other day Saoirse mentioned that I seemed to be a lot more “organized” this summer. I managed to choke back my laughter–if she ever tells you about that time Mommy sounded like she swallowed a small goat, she means this–and asked her what she meant, exactly. At first she said, “Well, you know: you have everything we’re doing written on the calendar.”The goat kicked around in my esophagus for a bit longer before I could respond to her. See, here’s the thing: if I planned anything this summer, it was the week of–days before, really–it happened.  This summer I think I earned my PhD in pants-seat-flying. But maybe what SK noticed is that I’ve been jotting down what we have done on the whiteboard calendar I keep in the kitchen. (I know, it’s weird, but I liked a record of this abyss other people call “summer break.”).Later, I realized that what she meant by organized was our pattern: we usually spent the morning at home–the kids would play while I got…

And Quinn Said “Whee!”

Saturday we met up with a friend of mine from college (yes, from waaaaayyy back when), who, even though I still picture Bajeerah as a 16-year-old college freshman (uh-huh. I said 16) with a determination that intimidated me just a little bit, is now a married working mom of a spunky 3-year-old with strikingly pretty blue eyes.  Crazy, how time messes with the memories we have in our heads. She and her husband live outside Philadelphia, so we met up at a halfway point, which just happened to be a certain amusement park that caters to small children in Lancaster County. It was a nice excuse to get away, relax a little, let David do some male-patterned bonding over craft beer with Bajeerah’s husband, Fred.  But, the kids. The kids!  Oh my goodness, the kids. Can I just tell you how much fun it is to go to an amusement park with not just one, not just two, but three children who absolutely love to ride rides? I mean, I knew Talia and Saoirse would have a blast, which was nice, but Quinn.  The Mighty Quinn!  The child has no fear.  Those…

I’m Board

Right now, on this dreary Sunday afternoon, my husband is playing a board game with our daughter.  It’s one Santa gave Saoirse for Christmas, because it was on sale and  Santa thought it would be a good idea to stock up on some board games for our children, because even though Santa knows how much their mom really, really detests board games he also know how much she loves her children, so, to that extent, he thought it would be okay. That and Santa possibly has a sick masochistic streak, because I really, really hate board games. Isn’t that terrible?  I really do hate them.  It’s just so borrrrring, sitting there, and taking your turn, and having to wait for other people to push their little pieces around the board, until YAAAAYYY somebody wins can I go now? I don’t know why I hate them so much.  I do remember that as a kid I didn’t want to be bothered with anything indoors that wasn’t a book in my hands or music in my ears.  Yeah, yeah, I was a trip.   And I also can tell you that…