Ian loves machines and factories. If he’s making a mess, it’s usually not his fault: it’s ‘the machine’. His arms lift, his hands grab and pinch, and everything moves with a rumble or roar or whine. A while ago, I was searching YouTube for clips from one of our family’s favorite shows, How It’s Made. […]
Sometimes, it ain’t so bad. ‘Their conversation meanders on to golf and women and work. I eat my food, and I can’t taste it. I think, though my own three boys are near to killing me, that I’ll take all of them, all the children not wanted because they don’t fit someone’s lifestyle. You sit […]
For dinner last night, we had chicken-noodle soup with homemade biscuits. Ian wanted his with peanut butter and jelly; the biscuit, not the soup. You’d think a peanut-butter-jelly sandwich on a buttery, fresh-from-the-oven biscuit wouldn’t last long in the hands of a three-year-old. Twenty minutes later, you’d realize you were wrong. We had last-minute plans […]
Ian loves to snuggle, but with no one so much as his Mommy. I’ll get a hug if I ask for it; two or three if I force the issue. He gives me Pavlovian pecks on the cheek as I leave for work. But after his bath, when he’s warm and nestled in his pajamas, […]
you cough, and syrup is your balm; you’re sick and we snuggle, which is mine.
…I knew / she was not hurt, and yet / a child’s blood so red / it stops a father’s heart.
I only have the one kid, and somehow I can still relate to this commercial. At first, I thought he was deciding which cone he should keep for himself. (Does anyone speak Swedish?) (Thanks, Phil!)
After years of languishing under the yolk of responsibility and compassion and unconditional love, we shall have our prize.
Living in St. Louis, we’ve heard about nothing for the past few months except Amendment 2, Michael J. Fox, and Claire McCaskill’s nursing homes. In this season of political apathy and confusion, it’s easy to forget what’s important.
When I was in elementary school, I used to sift through dumpsters on the last day of school, looking for old textbooks and office supplies. Everyone needs a hobby. Ian may be following in his father’s footsteps. Though, admittedly, to a more hygienic degree: ‘With just over an hour before Mommy’s return, I suddenly remembered […]