Tag: Vincent
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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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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…
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Only open arms will do.
I love my husband. Let me state that right off. But he’s frighteningly up to date when it comes to tragic stories, and has this habit of broadcasting horrifying news bits that he’s read online. For instance, shortly after Vincent fell out the window last summer, he told me about a 9 month old in…
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Short newsy post ending with a Spontaneous Vision of Cuteness.
The CPS reading last night with Nikky Finney, Tara Betts, and the ladies of the Holyoke Care Center was phenomenal! The energy & passion in that room was just amazing, and, as Tara & Nikky both noted, it was like a continuum, the poetry torch passed down from Nikky to Tara to the talented teen…
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Milestones.
Vincent turned three on Saturday, so I baked him a cake. From scratch. You’ll note I have not posted a picture of said cake. Oh, it tasted quite wonderful, actually, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, and Vincent adored it. Which was a big relief, because it looked like crap. I wish I was joking. Because…
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Good Times.
Emma commented below something to the effect that she doesn’t know how I do it all. And my reply is, I don’t. The lion’s share of my time right now is spent taking care of Aidan and Vincent. I’ve taken notes for poems, actually read some books of poems, but I haven’t even picked up…
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Momentary Calm.
Last Sunday I got further than I’ve ever managed on the NYT Sunday crossword puzzle, primarily because I spent the day working on it as I huffed through contractions, unable to concentrate on anything beyond the Sunday paper. This Sunday, I’ve haven’t had the time to read more than a section or two of the…
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Ho Ho Ho!
Still pregnant. But after 4 days of antibiotics, I feel blissfully better, enough to go to my friend Lea’s house last night for a holiday hoe-down. Great fun! Lance and Vincent came, too, but left early once Vincent’s fascination with all the lit candles could no longer be distracted by butterfly crackers and cupcakes. Darn…
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Home. Every day. Small nuggets.
Yesterday, Vincent & I went downstairs to check the mail, and he, because he’s fun that way, locked the door behind us. Hence I discovered how ludicrously easy it is to pick the lock of our apartment. Good thing we own nothing worth stealing. * Being home so much is very odd, but now we’re…
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