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They Change the World, I Wax Nostalgic and Shiver

When I see teachers now, or talk to them, I get a weird little ache somewhere behind my ribs. It’s a lot like nostalgia and a little like jealousy, and I know it’s still there because whenever I interact with a teacher, it’s almost like I want to jump up and down and wave my arms and shout, “I did it, too! Honest! I was there, in the trenches, just like you! I impacted kids’ lives! I was INVOLVED! I was important in the world, too!!” This makes being a parent during teacher conferences really fun for all parties involved, let me tell you (“Ms. Ferguson, would you please stop talking? Just a little?”). Today was the rescheduled fall field trip for Quinlan’s four-year-old preschool class. She and her friends WERE SO EXCITED. They couldn’t go to their first one because of bad weather, and even though today was supposed to be chilly and windy and possibly rainy, by golly, they were bundled up in their layers and sent along on their school bus because this was a FIELD TRIP, and field trips…

Alone Time, But Not Mine

I just walked into Saoirse’s room to help her make her bed, and she wasn’t there. It’s morning–a school day–and Quinn’s been talking from her crib for a while, listening to the rest of the house wake up. SK was still sleepy when I peeked in to see her before jumping into the shower, but was standing in her open doorway to greet me when I walked out of the bathroom. She was in her underwear, putting on her play clothes. “Mom,” she said. “I already peed. In your baf-room.” I left her so we could both dress–me in yoga pants and a Duquesne t-shirt, even though I would be, indeed, going out in public today, Saoirse in gray sweatpants and an orange top covered with a giant sequined rainbow (yes, we both dress ourselves. Can’t you tell?). When I returned to her room, just two minutes later, she was gone. It jarred me to see her room empty, so quickly vacated, the covers of her bed still in place from when she threw them back ten minutes…

Piece of the Puzzle

There are a few little idiosyncrasies of our Mighty Quinn that hold our fascination at the moment: The uh-oh sound she makes whenever she drops something.  It’s like a hiccup:  “UH-ohhh!” and makes us want to chase down whatever she’s dropped–ball, keys, half-chewed piece of French toast–just to hear her say it again. The way she holds on to one foot and points it oh-so-delicately to help put on her clothing.  Whether it’s a pair of pants, or a sock, or a t-shirt, that foot is going in first. Her new favorite thing to do is hold on to a grown-up’s hands and “jump” up and down repeatedly, which basically consists of her bouncing furiously on her knees and giggling maniacally.  No, she’s not walking yet.  Yes, she’s 16 months old.  But man, you should see her jump. She says “uuuuuuhhh” whenever we drive over bumpy roads, just to hear her voice shake. When she’s finished eating, she picks up her plate with both hands, swings it to the…