Nakezilla Returns

Our little Nate is going through a “phase.”  He has generally been known as the agreeable one.  The generous one.  The child quick to reason, to apologize, to accept “no” as an acceptable answer and to keep on going.  If we had one remotely “flexible” child, it was Nate. But…

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Fast Poke

As some people know, I grew up in the boondocks, the mountains, what we affectionately called “BFE” when out of adult earshot.  School buses and big indoor schools with stone steps and cafeterias were the providence of movies and Beverly Hills 90210.  Walking to school?  Something people did in the…

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Infestation

So we read the preschool outbreak notice, gather up our possibly infested trio of puppies, and take the boys home. We go about our usual business, but I feel itchy.  Despite the fact that I’m sure there is some sort of gestation period, for a week I find my scalp…

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Pedalear hacia atrás

At 5pm the day before school starts, they post the class lists in the front window of the office. I still remember my days at Happy Valley.  The excitement of going by the school to look at the class list to find out your teacher and classmates.  I remember seeing…

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The Big Time

I wrote this blog back on the first day of school.  And then I was caught up in a Kindergarten tornado and got hit in the head… unrelated but true.  So I have some catching-up to do on my catching-up.  What else is new? Wednesday, August 13, 2014  This is…

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The Basement

My mom tells this story from my childhood about when I was two or three years old.  Apparently I would wander the house, lamenting, “It’s LAAAAAH-sted.  It’s LAHsted!”  In case you aren’t following: I’d lost something. To this day it drives me crazy if I’ve lost something.  Bothers me to…

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