Category: family
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Telling tales
For 48 hours, from dinner time on Thursday until Saturday night, Vincent was enthralled by “Syllabo.” His “sister.” He began talking about her and the island where she lived and barely stopped for anything. He appeared by the bathtub while I was taking a shower to tell me more (“Mommy, did you know that Syllabo…
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Saturdays are the golden brown…
…of the pancakes I made the boys this morning, of Vincent’s shorn hair cascading to the floor as I gave him a trim, and the Indian pudding cooking in its water bath in the oven. The recipe I’m using is from an ancient edition of Fannie Farmer — who knew there were so many variations!…
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Summer drives
I spent a long weekend at my mum’s with the boys, where they played with their cousins and created an aura of general pandemonium. Driving home last night the two and a half hours was actually wonderful: the day had been beautiful, weather-wise, breezy and dry, and as we drove down the highway towards the…
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Children are all about imaginary time…
…as in, any time not spent with them is strictly imaginary and illusory, or, in fact, altogether nonexistent. These warm sunny days, while energizing & welcome, make the perennial juggling of daily life an even harder challenge. When it’s cold, wet, and dark, it’s nice to stay indoors, easier to interest the boys in pseudo-crafty…
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The Sound of Silence
This truly has been the craziest month in recent memory, and definitely not a good time for anyone. Just when Vincent was getting over the flu, Aidan started vomiting late that Saturday night. So I slept with him on the couch while he dry-heaved every few hours. It was quite awful for him. Then, a…
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Happy New Year!
Last New Years I spent in the hospital with newborn Aidan watching a “Project Runway” marathon. In other words, an awesome start. (I haven’t seen any real programs to speak of since. And I happen to like hospital food!) As kids grow they get ever so much more complicated and harder to please and make…
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Stripped-down Christmas.
In a confluence of my more austere tendencies and financial necessity, we are celebrating a present-free Christmas this year. You heard me: present-free. Fortunately the boys are both young enough that we can do this without their feeling deprived — they don’t yet associate Christmas with loot. Par example: It snowed this past weekend, and…
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Bugged by a flu.
My second reading this week, this time without the 3-ring circus of my kids, was super. Some friends who’d never been to a poetry reading before came, so it was fun to introduce them to the experience and demonstrate that it’s not that scary after all. And I enjoyed the mix of themes and styles…
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Digging out from Under.
Have I ever neglected my blog this long before? Apologies! At last I have my beloved iBook back — well, a refurbished clone of my beloved, actually, but it will most certainly do — and I’m so backed up and behind that I’m simply choking out here in the weeds. It was an interesting couple…
Marie Gauthier 