Monthly Archives: September 2011

“Good Girl”

When Aidan was first born and we were all staying at my mom’s, she used to tease us that Aidan’s first words would be “good girl.” Why? Because we say it about a hundred times a day. Reba was trained … Continue reading

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Transfer Awry

Tonight was one of those nights I’m reminded just how legitimately vulnerable I am. Dean was out enjoying a whisky tasting hosted by his best friend. My mother had left about an hour earlier, and Aidan and I were getting … Continue reading

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The Grass Right Here Is Just Fine

It’s amazing how early it starts. The other day, Aidan was sitting with me on the couch. He had access to three of his favorite toys, a clear, plastic cup, all the other toys inside his toy bag, the toy … Continue reading

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Ordinary Beauty

It’s Sunday morning. My son is asleep across my lap. The sun is streaming across my legs. And for one moment, this moment, everything is all right. I don’t want to move. I want to just savor this. It’s a … Continue reading

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Curling Anyone?

I wrote this earlier this year on my private blog, but it’s such a good introduction to Dean, I thought I’d post it for you. For as long as I’ve known him, Dean has been fascinated — well, maybe obsessed … Continue reading

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