Tag: Vincent
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Despite it all…
…I know I’m lucky. I’m lucky that I was born to a great mother, that I loved her and told her so all the time. That I was able to be there for her and that she let me care for her was a real blessing. A critical illness has a way of burning away…
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Let it snow! (Baby, it’s cold outside…)
Finally, the day after Christmas, we’re having our first real honest-to-goodness snow storm! There’s nowhere we have to be, plenty of milk, cream, cocoa, tea, and coffee (covering the holy trinity of hot beverages) on hand, and thus we can hunker down and enjoy the view. With me and the boys down with colds, visiting…
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Vincent’s beautiful mind
Vincent is still telling his Syllabo stories, but they’ve taken on a darker cast: expanding the family even further — “Syllabo has another mother and father, and two sisters…” — he stopped short…”but actually she only has one sister now. The other one died.” Oh. Let’s not explore that. He fiercely resisted bedtime the other…
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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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Rainy Day Bliss
Ask and you shall receive — only one rainy day, and it flew by, but what a lovely day it was. I didn’t actually accomplish any writing — too much else backed up at the station — but I sent out a clutch of new submissions on the heels of a rejection and two acceptances,…
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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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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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