Muscle Memory

Saskia’s birthday is next weekend, and I’m reminded of that parenting truism—well, child truism—that sometimes just before the birthday, it seems like the child changes, almost in front of your eyes with big developmental leaps. In...

Twirling Boys

Over the past few days, I’ve read—and reread—Cheryl Kilodavis’ lovely and loving picture book My Princess Boy the way a mama to a nearly three year-old does (that’s to say—and reread and reread). The message of the book is direct...

These (Snowy) Days

Seems like I can’t let the week—two snow days in a row—go by without mentioning that the white stuff seems determined—if snow has any free will whatsoever—to create a stop and start pattern to winter 2011. It’s so halting to go to...

Fwee

Saskia spent some portion of her birthday learning to hold up three fingers. Two fingers held aloft, easy-peasy. The three middle fingers, though, that takes some training. In recent weeks, doubtless because we’ve been talking so very much about the whole...

Snow is White

However pretty—and it is pretty—I think I’ve kind of had it with snow. Another inch or two is falling. Again, my world is lacy white and somehow just a little colder. There’s a mythic groove I could get back, if not for all this snow (and all...