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I Am All About the Pep Talks These Days

The kids are off school today for a teachers’ conference. It was beautiful out this morning–temperature in the 70s, just slightly cloudy, a little breezy–so we hiked it on down to the park that bumps up against our neighborhood (and by hiked, I mean, drove. I won’t tell you that it’s just a mile away. I will tell you that I’ve a 3-year-old who will sit down in the middle of a sidewalk when he doesn’t feel like walking anymore, and that hill back to our house is steep. I was not feeling patient enough to suggest such insanity as walking). It’s a picturesque setting: the creek rolls slowly by, trees surround us, and there’s very little traffic. If you completely ignore the fact that there’s a huge quarry pit on the other side of that hill right there, and that the vague traffic noise you hear is from the cars entering the Wegmans/Target shopping center just another half-mile through those trees over there, it’s really quite peaceful.I told Saoirse that I’d…

See What I Did There

I’m in my office, sorting through some manuscript notes. Cian walks in with a handful of toy dinosaurs, dumps them onto the carpet, and sidles up beside me, draping himself against my side in the way little children do, so that he’s kind of Velcro’d against me, one whole seam of his body zipped up against mine.“What are you doo-ing?” he asks. His hand is resting on my shoulder and he looks at my computer. “I’m working, buddy,” I answer. “But where’s Daddy?” “Daddy’s in his office. He’s working, too.” “But he can’t work. Or you can’t work. You have to work one at a time, not to-gev-er.” “I understand, Key, but sometimes we both have to work at the same time.” I worry for a second, concerned that he’s going to have a hard time adjusting to our new, back-to-the-usual routine. It’s enough to make me completely lose my concentration.I move out to the deck. It&#8217…

It Was Just Applesauce, Honest

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but nothing is a better mirror of you than your children’s play, especially when they’re pretending to be you. The girls have been playing “Mommy” a lot, usually using their stuffed animals, or some toy horses, as was the case yesterday, to play their little version of “house.” Quinn has advanced in ranks to actually play the “mommy” sometimes–SK always made her play the daddy role, so if you ever come over to visit and Quinn starts talking to you in this loud, booming voice, well…she’s been trained. Most of the time the game is really cute, and pinpoints a time we all spent together, and therefore makes a mom feel really good about herself: “Hey Daughter!” “Yes, Mommy?” “Let’s make applesauce!” “Ooh! I love to make applesauce.” Sometimes it’s practical, and just proves that they pick up on more than you know  (or want them to): “This is the mommy,” Saoirse said, while making the bigger of her plastic horses hover…