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Browsing Tag: the things they say

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…

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…

I Should be Balancing the Checkbook

Do you know how many ideas I have stored up for this blog in the sugar-addled, wine-deprived, sleepy noggin of mine? It’s a lot. As days pass there are a lot of “Ooh!” moments and “Ah, I can’t forget that!” experiences that promptly evaporate into tiny, mist-sized droplets that lodge themselves in my brain, bouncing around until the moment is so far gone I can’t remember enough details to write about them. I want to be posting all the time, I really do. But this parenting thing has sucked up my time (don’t you hate that??). I mean, the parenting and the organizing and the Christmas-preparing and the whining about how much my back hurts. Oh, and the simple fact that the only time I’m alone with my own thoughts is…uh…eh…yeah. So, in order to stay on top of life, I do not write. Which means that my house looks awesome when I don’t write, and my children are paid much better attention, and I remember to transfer the wet clothes from the washer…