Category: domestic bliss
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Viv: "When I grow up I want to marry Miss Tia" Mama: "Where will you live when you and Miss Tia are married?" Viv: "Why not right here, this house is great!" Mama: "This is mama and papa's house, you can't live here once you're grown up and married." Viv: "What if you're already dead?"…
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Registering Viv for kindergarten was frustrating. I first signed her up back in June, at the appointed time, bringing a file with our residency documents her vaccination records, birth certificate and her actual self. Then, in July, there were forms to complete online and a requirement to upload the same documents. Mind you, that…
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We're having a little family do today. I mentioned in passing that I wished the garbage cans weren't so visible. Five minutes later, he's building a screen. Posted with Blogsy
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That time we were standing waiting for the Max train in Portland and it began raining and you asked if I wanted your umbrella and I said no (because I used to live there and I know better) and then you said, with admiration, "You're so durable." That was the most romantic thing you ever…
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Me, fixing a pink Disney doll toy thingy: "Remember Vivi, 'Princess' is not an occupation". Paulie: "Uh um, you're watching 'Say Yes to the Dress'". Me: "Remember Vivi, life is complicated…" Posted with Blogsy
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Viv: "Look, Charlie is looking at me Mama!" Me: "Look at that! Oh Vivi, he loves to watch you. He is going to watch you his whole life. You're always going to be his big sister, his teacher. You'll have to teach him all sorts of things" Viv: "Will you help me?" Me: "Oh yes…
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Parenting is a nocturnal experience. We four are still in one bedroom, in our separate sections, but still all in together. Each night is a campsite of mysterious thumps and hums; something is always vibrating. Previous silence is filled with sniffles, snores and baby wheezes. We are awakened by coughs, hunger cries, dead batteries. I…
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Yes, those are birthday candles in corn muffins. October is a month of milestones. Paulie turned 47, Vivi turned 4, and Charlie grew into his 4th month. Celebrations would be nice, but an organized gathering, an organized anything (!), seems out of our reach these days. Who can bake a cake and make dinner and…
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"Parenting is one small indignity after another; from my robe falling open at inopportune times, to the goldfish I just snacked on that I'm pretty sure had been on the floor". -Paulie Add to that: -Changing a diaper on a public restroom floor. -An Uncle asking "Is the baby under here?" as he lifts the…
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Today during lunch out at a restaurant (out of the house!) Charlie simultaneously loaded his diaper and blew milk out of his nostril. Posted with Blogsy
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