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May 27th, 2008 This afternoon the kids played in the kiddie pool in the front yard (don’t worry — froggy moved out and we scrubbed and rinsed). Baby Daniel was enchanted by the idea of an enormous outdoor bathtub he can share with all his siblings. Time after time, he climbed the small step ladder to the slide and then perched himself at the top — grinning in glory. The big boys made May 20th, 2008 Today’s activities included: 1. getting up early for a head-start on laundry and schoolwork 2. racing out the door soon after breakfast to get Kateri to the barn 3. hitting the outlets (with seven children in tow) to pick up a few “special” items for Dan’s birthday (tomorrow) 4. rushing back to the barn to pick up the big girl (we were late) 5. hurrying home to throw together what April 21st, 2008 Today I sit in the springtime sun. Its heat presses through my shirt and penetrates deep into my back and shoulders, where my muscles long have ached for its soft, melting warmth. I yawn and stretch. My baby boy uses a small plastic shovel to dig and poke and play. I ooh and coo at the tiny treasures he shows me. When he toddles near enough, I grab him. I November 11th, 2007 After Mass today, we stopped at a local high school to check out the new track and football field they had recently built. When we pulled up in the van and opened the doors, the kids leaped joyfully from their seats and ran onto the field. The baby was napping, so instead of joining them, I stayed in the van and watched. The air was cold, but the sky was August 10th, 2007 Stephen had a doctor’s appointment this morning. Nothing wrong, just check up stuff. I brought along Eamon because he wanted to keep to Stephen company and Daniel because … well, because he keeps me on rather a short leash. As the four of us sat in the waiting room, a little girl of about 18 months toddled over from across the room. She grinned and waved. She cooed at the May 21st, 2007 On a day where my life with all its tiny details threatens to suck me into its whirling propeller, I want to take just a moment to be grateful. For the sticky countertops. For the messy diapers. For the untied shoes. For the laundry. And the laundry. And the laundry. For all the tiny details that pull me down from the clouds where my thoughts are wont to wander. Because February 18th, 2007 I never intended to be a “family bed” type. Unlike some people I know,where my children sleep is not an issue I take any kind of politicalstance on. It’s just kind of something that has happened to me. Withoutmy consent, even. You see, almost every night, my baby boys sandwich me. It is notalways a comfortable sandwich, but it is a predictable one. Daniel,thoroughly spoiled, nurses on and off throughout July 13th, 2006 Kateri had a riding lesson this morning— her first scheduled lesson of the season that was not cancelled by the incessant rain. As it turned out, this morning it was only misting— imagine that! We were ready to ride. When I pulled into her instructor’s driveway, my tiny daughter (she is still tiny to me, okay?) leapt from the van and rushed to the field where, of course, she chose |
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