The art of storytelling
Author’s note Part 1: Can I just say that I have been all day – ALL. DAY. – trying to publish this post when my hosting provider decided it wanted to have a major meltdown? Which, in turn, sent me into a meltdown? Which translates into Mama needing a whole glass of wine when she [...]
A stranger in my house
Dear Mooter, Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter? Today, you turn nine years old. You know how I know? Is it because I still remember the morning I went into labor with you, telling your father this was not it, even though I’d gone to the bathroom several times in [...]
Midterms
[After bringing in the toy store circulars from the weekend mail...] Me: Mooter, Booger. Take the catalogs. You each get a pen of whatever color you want. Circle the toys you want for Christmas. You will not, I repeat, WILL. NOT. get everything you circle. This is just to give Santa an idea. Mooter: And [...]
Innocence, lost and found
When asked to put Mooter’s sensitivity into words, I never think I’m able to accurately do it justice. Empathetic. Emotional. Dramatic. Heavy. Flower-child. All descriptive words I know I’ve used here on this site; words that hold weight, by definition, yet still don’t paint the total picture. At one point, I may have been as [...]
Mamas. Babies. Child Stars. Part Two.
If you missed Part One of the story, go here. “I want to go! I HAVE to go! Please don’t let me miss it!” Because, you know, I was the one who made her miss the first two. So we made the appointment, dressed in our Sunday best, and headed to the hotel where a [...]
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be child stars
The first time my eldest child expressed a love affair with television, she was a month old. It was her father’s fault, really. What? It was. I swear. Mooter spent the first week of her life in NICU. She’d swallowed meconium and was experiencing breathing problems (which we’d later discover to be asthma). After recovering [...]