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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Territorial

We were sitting at lunch the other day when SK found out that her Uncle Paul will not be moving back to Pennsylvania, but instead will either be settling with his new wife Sarah in Indiana, where she already had a house (and where they live now), or somewhere in Wisconsin. Saoirse’d already known this–at least the part about her uncle not living close by anymore–but I guess six-year-olds just aren’t the best at retaining what they really don’t want to. “What?!” she said. Her face looked surprised, taken aback, sad. And then about a half a second later, her expression changed into something…grown-up–utterly serious, in fact–and the oral argument began. “But they have worser weather. Our weather is better.” She had a valid point. “And we have more ice cream shops.” We’re pretty sure Wisconsin’s got anything involving dairy on lock, but stayed quiet. “We have Sky Zone and Monkey Joe’s.” I imagined my brother and sister-in-law giving up tailgating on football weekends to…

Eureka(s)

It has been, frankly, a craptastic couple of months, in a whiny, bratty, world’s-tiniest-violin sort of way. I haven’t wanted to write this post, because, well, blahblahblahfart, who wants to read it (or write it, for that matter) but I can’t seem to write anything BUT this post, so this post we get. Sorry, kids. Better luck next time. Here’re the facts: in the last month, we moved into our new home. I landed (!!!) my first book deal. My oldest children are wrapping up a wonderful school year, and the wee-est child has hit that amazing baby-into-toddler stage where he’s developing by leaps and bounds and every day is a bit of a fantastic miracle. THIS SHOULD BE AWESOME. So why does it all feel like it sort of sucks?  First, let me just say: there’s a bridge nearby over a river that flows through our part of Pennsylvania (this is starting to sound a lot like this, I know). A bunch of years ago, some ice chunks took out part of it, so now the bridge is standing halfway out over the…

A Letter to Her Kindergarten Teacher

Dear Mrs. L., We admit, going through this process of house buying has been much more intense than we would have liked. Yes, we are under a lot of stress, and worry constantly about the decisions we are making, and the ones that others are making that affect us. There is much talk around our house about expenses, and location, and flooring. Saoirse and her siblings have spent a LOT of time in carpet stores, in model homes, in “resell” homes. She has been witness to many of our strained conversations, a couple of which may possibly-just, you know, maybe–have been a bit, uh, louder, than you, as an expert early educator, probably would recommend. But really, it hasn’t been that bad for her. Her homework is still finished for class every day. She is still (relatively) tidy, and clothed. We still tuck her in at night, and feed her when we’re supposed to feed her, and get her to school on time. Most days, anyway. So you know, we hope–but we write this letter just in case, because, you know, you never really know–we hope that…