Henry swings the baseball bat, Eli’s bat, wholeheartedly. Often the finale involves letting go of the bat and watching it sail down yonder. Today it sailed confidently under the shed. Eli has practice tomorrow and immediately became unglued because WHAT IF THE BAT WAS GONE FOREVER?! Henry understood the urgency and set to work with…
She vanished while I was making dinner which was suspect. I should have known better.
It’s been a while since a baseball game. I’ve gotten used to having all three of them with me. And I think they’ve gotten used to always being with me. It helps that there are great people to chat with and that Henry is riveted to the game and that Josie is happy to be-bop…
I didn’t juggle three kids at a crowded neighborhood Memorial Day pool party well. I short circuited quickly. I wanted to be social with grown-ups, glorious grown-ups. I wanted what I wanted more than I wanted what my kids wanted which was for me to be in the pool with them. My gracious neighbor basically…
The cucumbers have tentacles that seem to sense the nearest lifeboat. The cilantro, in saving the cucumbers, may be strangled by these curling, binding tendrils. Or will the cilantro thrive despite the cucumbers? How naughty and ruthless and perfect it all is. Not so different than us, these plants.
For hours she played with Josie. She even carried her around like a baby while Josie willingly played the part. In and out of their above ground pool to warm up on the driveway. The only thing that could have made the day better was to share it with Joe. Here’s to friends who laugh…
The boys got their yearbooks this week. Henry has been pouring over it to find all the people on Eli’s baseball team. Each time he finds one it’s like a breathless celebrity sighting. Not only do they play baseball but they go to school JUST LIKE HE DOES. This fervor corresponds with his own increasing…
Today was the last day of preschool for Josie. The boys will be done with school in two weeks. Summer is tapping on my shoulder, breathing on my neck, begging me to figure her out. Fingernails are dirty. Hair is submitting to the humidity. Curling! Frizzing! I waffle between planning out each week, each day…
She has absolutely no reason to believe me when I tell her that this is a phone. Her teenage years will not involve untangling phone cords or getting in trouble for not giving me the message that Andrea had called. Whatever those years look like for her I know that she will pay me back…
I get nervous to take pictures like this. I have wanted this shot for a while and today was the day I had the courage to take it. I drove by to suss out where I could park, turned around, pulled off the rode, broke into a sweat, ran into the median and shot while…
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