Monday, March 2, 2015

Thanks, baby girl. You just saved your brother's life.



Sometimes hearing "No, Leo! No have it! That's mine!" gets old. I hear versions of this all day long.

But a few minutes ago, those words saved Leo's life.

Syndil ran over, and snatched her snack cup away from Leo's little fingers. I ran over too, and fished a rock-hard oatmeal square out of his mouth.

A few seconds later, and he would have been silently choking while I was scraping a plate not even 10 feet away.

I think I aged about 12 years in that one moment.

Sometimes I think Motherhood is nothing more than a million near misses.

Have you ever been there?


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Our afternoon at Trader Joe's



I go in with this vague idea of things I liked last time, and a firm idea of where the sample table is.

There are only 5 aisles, but I still only find half of what I'm looking for, and I spend the rest of the time wandering in a daze. 

"Chocolate dipped potato chips...Mochi...What is this yellow tube of cornmeal? Polenta? I'm buying it...." 

I get home with a bag full of things that I have to look up on the internet. And all of it is delicious.

What do you like to buy there? 


Thursday, January 15, 2015

A little rock



"Here mama, little rock!" I looked down at her excited face, and reached out my hand. She beamed up at me. "Mama, in pocket?"

A minute later, I crouched down to whisper in her ear. "Look, Syndil! A deer."

We watched the majestic doe as she wandered across our path, not even 15 feet away. Deer are common around here, but we have never been this close.

She stopped to consider us, then almost shrugged as she kept going.

After a few minutes, we continued our stroll. I noticed that this was a frequent deer hangout. There were quite a few patches of old deer pellets that we had to step over.

Then it hit me. "Oh, man..."

I reached in my pocket, and found Syndil's "rock."

The end.


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