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Archive for March, 2008

Our beloved like-family friends are visiting from California this week! Watching the Monkey splashing in the tub with Gentle Girl (almost 2) and The Queen (4) sent my heart sputtering. I wish wish wish to have like-family friends right across the street, to peacefully raise children side by side, cooking together, empathizing over the struggles, [...]

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Today is my birthday and it started in a FUNK! I am healing from a physical challenge and nights can be painful for me right now. I didn’t get enough sleep. And the monkey was restless, waking often. By early morning, he was demanding to nurse constantly and my breasts felt like empty prunes. Finally, [...]

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Dear little monkey, you were born one year ago today. One year is a tiny space to fit the whole of your life so far. You were born, your huge baby brain sucking information and creating pathways; you doubled your weight in just a couple of months (imagine!); you said “Baby” at four months from [...]

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Picture this: me, smeared with the remnants of the monkey’s breakfast (oatmeal and banana), cleaver in hand, sweat pouring from my brow, slamming the hard flesh of the squash over and over on the wooden cutting board, chunks of tile flying, and still, it rolls, unblemished, solid, mocking me in its thick skinned way. So, [...]

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 I hate being late. I know, I know, hate is a strong word! But when I am late to an appointment, meeting, party, event (you name it) my gut is twisted, my driving gets punchy, and that furrow between my brow (newly deepened it seems) becomes a valley. These days, I feel like I am [...]

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Papa Bear and I went to hear Gordon Neufeld, author of Hold On To Your Kids, speak last week. It was organized by a Parent Educator here in Portland who greatly enriches my life with her passion for fostering connection between parents and their kids. I won’t give you his whole spiel or even sing [...]

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I bolt up from a dead sleep, an electric sensation of panic in my gut. Glancing over at Papa Bear, I see he is sleeping on his side, lips blowing open like a cartoon character snoring. My hand instinctively reaches to my right and hits empty pillow. Frantically searching in the dark, I lift pillow, [...]

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These days I find myself creeping around my own house like a thief. I carefully weigh the benefits versus the cost (the monkey howling) of getting up from my chair to go to the bathroom, grab the phone, make myself lunch. He is happy playing as long as I am sitting close at hand. Occasionally, [...]

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Yesterday the monkey and I had a tea date with a good friend and her new baby. Seeing a newborn (in the monkey’s hand-me-down clothes no less) took me back to those first few weeks of life with TLG (the little guy). Is anything more surreal? I felt like the world stopped, shifted strangely on [...]

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Okay, so here is the deal: the monkey took six steps today in the middle of the living room. I opened the sacred files and pulled out a short story almost completed and began the edit. Once the kid is walking full-force, I will send the story off into the world of envelopes, stamps, possible [...]

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