Two weeks ago, Quinn and Sawyer, who have birthdays 18 days apart, got a butterfly kit as a gift from their aunt: two cups with five caterpillars each, with tan muck at the bottom that they eat. Continue reading “The Brief Life of Butterfly Number 2”
A smell hung in the air. I looked at Sawyer. Continue reading “Adventures in potty-training”
Today was ‘Daddy Day,’ a term reserved for the days when Mom works, the kids aren’t in school, and I’m in charge. Continue reading “Do dads do enough?”
Part 3 of ‘Mom and me,’ which ran in the The Coastal Star in 2010….
When I visited my mom at the nursing home the other day, I talked with the wife of another resident there.
In the dining room, with a crime drama on the TV in the background, she said something that I’ve heard a lot: ‘You look just like her.’
‘People tell me that, and it’s interesting,’ I said. ‘I’m adopted.’ Continue reading “When nurture counts way more than nature”
‘Can I please have some apple juice?’
A simple question from Quinn, 5. A perfectly fine sentence. Pronunciation: great. Syntax: acceptable. Manners, even: check. Not perfect grammar (can/may), but still, it was a pretty good sentence.
And that’s the point. It was pretty good. As in, not awkward, adorable or funny. Sadly, Quinn is past Kiddian, the era of kidspeak starting shortly after meaningless babble ends and before halfway-crisp speech begins.
Sawyer, 2, is now in it. Continue reading “The fleeting joys of Kiddianisms”