Little Jay, aka Baby Jay Tonight, late in the evening, I drove home with the windows open, sweet August darkness filling the air. Then I let myself into this quiet house, kissed a few sleeping kids, and one sleeping man, and took a hot bath. As I sat in the tub, rinsing my arms and […]
Little Jay applied for a job, and they want him to come back Monday. Because the job may involve some driving, they want him to do a background check and drug screen. He’s fine with that. He’s boring. b.g. doesn’t find him boring. Well, Tim heard this about Jay having to pee in a cup.
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A few pictures from Little Jay’s birthday party on Friday night: Tim’s showing t.c. how to gel his hair. The results: l.c. whispered a song to his new cousin. Why are so many pictures blurry? That’s not the song–I just get tired of cute, blurry pictures. He sang her Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. She liked
I got a couple kids here chattering away to me now, disrupting my train of thought. But what they’re chattering about? They have a 3-D trading card of a tiger. First the face, then tilt it and it looks like the tiger leaping toward you. I’m accumulating items to put in a care package for
Little Jay doing dishes, all of us sitting around in the kitchen, and Maria asks, “Why are you washing that Barbie again?” He was soaping her hair, rinsing her under the faucet “Beats me–she’s back in the dishes again.” Big Jay asked, “Who keeps doing this? I washed her yesterday.” Little Jay: “I don’t know.
This morning I was backing up files of photos, and business files, and boring, right? Yes, quite. Thankfully it didn’t even take an hour. But I ran into a few random pictures I didn’t expect, ones that made me happy. Here they are, just for fun: about a year and a half ago: and how
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In the middle of the night of the five day sleepover. Uncle Tim is asleep and t.c. is beside him on his Pokemon pillow. l.c. is snoozing in the bright fuschia pack and play bed. It took Jay and me several minutes of fiddling to get the baby monitor to work. Contraptions! Technology! What’s wrong
see all the needles on the floor? way past time. Today we took the tree down. I always hate to see it go–the Christmas lights are so enjoyable. It’s dark here early, the evenings are long, and the tree was gorgeous. But the little electric candles in the windows can stay a few more weeks
that rip on her sleeve? caught it on the upstairs bathroom door hook. it happens. Okay, today we were hearing about a guy who is, well, okay, this isn’t nice…and we kind of had to pry to get at what’s the story. He’s described as a “douche.” (Umm. No comment on that adjective.) He CAN
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