Category: Vincent
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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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Last Day!
How is it possible that tomorrow is May? The days seem to have accelerated, the year nearly half gone! Today is the last day of National Poetry Month, which means it’s the last day to enter the Great Poetry Giveaway, dreamed up by the ever-generous Kelli Russell Agodon. Visit her blog, Book of Kells, to…
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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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Dispatches from the Sickhouse
After a remarkably healthy winter our luck ran out: last week Vincent came down with the flu — and believe me when I tell you that this skinny skinny boy really should not do without food for any length of time — and then, as I suppose was inevitable, on Saturday night, Aidan woke up…
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Draft of the Week, #6.
As the blog nears its two-year mark, it seemed to me to need a small makeover — you might not have even noticed. I chose a design that offers a similar color scheme, fonts, and I kept my header photo of the Potholes (tho’ maybe I’ll begin updating the Potholes picture as the seasons change),…
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Circular Conversations with Mr. Circle Head
I found Vincent’s “new blue hat with the train on it” this morning, under a mountain of miscellaneous stuff in a closet. When I showed it to him, his laugh was almost maniacal. Then he put it on. Then he put Aidan’s cap on over it. Conversation as follows: “Look, now I’m Mr. Peekee.” “Who’s…
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The World According to Vincent.
Vincent is a very funny, quite singular little boy. And every time I’m in danger of thinking he’s a genius, he does something startlingly ridiculous, like getting himself tangled in the baby’s doorway jumper. However, he does have an interesting way with words: His “new blue hat with the train on it” (such is its…
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Wood Smoke & S’mores…& Frog Legs.
My brother took our nephew camping not too far from Shelburne Falls this weekend, to a campground where we spent most of the summers of our childhood, so we went to visit them on Saturday. Vincent went out on a canoe, splashed around in the lake, toasted marshmallows for s’mores (which he then spit out,…
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Adventures with Vincent.
As some of you might remember, last August Vincent fell out of a window. Although his fascination with windows continues unabated, and he climbs into them and shakes the window guards and I lose my cool when he does so at least once a week, so far that’s the worst that has happened. Which is…
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Action-Packed Post!
We’ve been plagued by squirrels dancing in our ceilings for several seasons now. Back in April it seemed as if we had finally confounded them when Lance pruned the tree that gave them clear access. But after a few weeks they figured out that they could climb right up the back staircase that leads straight…
Marie Gauthier 