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Laying with Bub as he describes the Christmas presents he got for me (bath bombs from LUSH- a submarine and Santa). The star machine casts swirls of red light around the room.
Today, both kids said they wanted to go back into my belly. Bub said he remembers what it was like in there- he was covered in slime and went around in circles (true).
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Halloween:
James as a firefighter, Emma as JoJo Siwa
James thinks that doorbells with elaborate chimes signify a house where dogs live.
After trick-or-treating for a long time, James begins to cry, “I just want to home and snuggle my teddy bear”
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You look around and we’re all lost birds
In the middle of our ocean is a small child flailing like an alligator
All teeth and movement
And the birds are powerless to flutter around
With small chirps and soft wings
The angry animal needs what it needs
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The baby kittens have all opened their eyes now. They try to suckle on our fingertips. Puff purrs. They climb on top of one another and settle into sweet little cuddle puddles. Charlotte seems to be teaching them to play. Either that or she’s annoyed with them. She pounces on them and puts her mouth over their heads and bats at them.
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At bedtime, James whispers in my ear a long string of sweet things like, “You are the best mommy in the universe, I love you more than stuffed animals (but I love Nice Bear as much as you), I love you more than the moon, you are so nice... can I pet a baby kitten tomorrow?”
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Yesterday, we stopped at a lemonade stand in the new neighborhood, run by three young boys. We gave them our quarters and one poured out two red cups of pink lemonade. One talked about how he was trying to make sparks with his scooter. The dad tinkered with things behind the boys and looked up at us to smile gratefully. By the look of their money ( Read more... ) -
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She hides the kittens in a dark space
Their eyes are closed, the dark doesn’t matter
They lay together in a second womb
Developing sight and hearing
Growing fat spotted bellies
Their slick fur turning to silky fluff
“A loved, cared for kitten doesn’t meow much.”
We’ve read
Her first baby cried. Her first baby rests in a box in the yard under dandelions. ( Read more... ) -
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One of my favorite things right now is James singing along with The Presidents of the United States of America and coming up with his own nonsense versions of their nonsense songs.
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James thinks grilled cheese is called “girl cheese” and told us at lunch yesterday that there really needs to be “boy cheese” too.
He also talks about how his “taste butt” has changed so he likes foods he didn’t use to like.
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The Night I Listened to Joni Mitchell’s “Blue”
Someday we’ll say
Remember that winter when the it snowed so much and the neighbor’s cat got stuck in a tree for days
It hadn’t snowed like that since we were children
And now we have children
And they’re asleep in bed and the house is quiet
I watched the window for hours, watched the lights go on in different rooms in the neighborhood
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