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Morning, Beachside

The dappled sunlight was growing brighter through the thin white cotton curtains, dancing on the powder blue walls of the room.  David had already gotten up, leaving me to wake on my own in the silence of the early morning.  Both girls appeared beside me, asking to climb into bed. Saoirse:  “Can you you help me?” Quinn:  “I want down.  HELP.” I was on my side, eyes still half-closed, as the girls played beside me on the mattress with the new cars they’d gotten as souvenirs.  Saoirse was sprawled against my legs.  Quinn sat at my head, her little toes resting against my arms, driving her train in and out of the tunnel she’d made under the sheet.  The room was quiet save for the girls’s questions about their cars and the sounds of the wheels rolling over the bedspread.  It was 6:45 in the morning, on the fifth day of our vacation.  We had nowhere to go in a hurry.  Orange juice was waiting for them in the fridge. The sun grew brighter against the sky blue of the walls, and I closed my eyes again, listening…

Showing Beyonce a Thing or Two

We hold impromptu dance parties in our house.  Is that weird?  We keep ’em small–usually around two to four people at these things, but they happen a lot.  In the middle of changing a radio station, or dinner, or bathtime…What usually happens is that someone starts breakin’ it down, then someone else comes along with a hand outstretched in request to join in, and before you know it, everybody’s just boogying.  One of SK’s favorite new things to say is, “Look at me, Mom! Watch my new move!” I’d be embarrassed, probably, if this were 10 years ago, but if you came over now and a good song came on and a small child started dancing, I’ll  be right there with her.  You would, too, I imagine.  It’s infectious.  That and it’s amazing how many insecurities and potential situations for embarrassment vanish when you have kids.  Because they see straight through the muck to the fun stuff, so why shouldn’t we? Oh, and have I mentioned that Quinn started officially walking?  After almost 18 months of prep work…

Hey, It’s Less to Mow

David and I have been tossing around the idea of getting another house.  Neither of us is particularly biting at the house-hunting bit, but we’ve been “pretend” looking: talking about what we’d want, looking online, casing neighborhoods (that sounds terrible.  We’re not going to rob anybody, I promise).  But we haven’t even called a realtor in to look over our place yet (I have to tidy up the laundry room first).  I’ll let you know when we do. And we’re stuck on neighborhoods.  We bought this house because we wanted one with character and natural light, something that wasn’t the same as every other home on the block, a place that wasn’t made out of matchsticks and super glue.  And we still don’t want to let go of the dream of “charm,” as long as the next charmer comes with granite countertops and a two-car garage.  But we just don’t know where to look.  We initially thought we’d search for a place within the borough lines of our local town–being…