From Brody:
Why do trees have leaves?
Why do birds eat worms?
Why do girls have long fingernails but no penises?
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Friday, July 22, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
The question I was waiting for
So tonight, during questions, the semi nightly ritual Brody and I do, he asked me why he only has 4 fingers, and why his thumb is on the wrong side (it's not). He said, "dat's not fair."
Over the following minutes, i stumbled through telling him everyone is different, that's how God made him, and that he can do everything everyone else can. I told him some people only have one arm or one leg. He asked me "how do day walk or hold stuff?" I told him, "they figure it out. Like you figured out how to draw and eat. They just do."
Then I kissed his hand and said "I love this hand," and I told him I love him if he has 4 fingers or 10 thumbs. He got really goofy, not his usual serious self like he normally is during questions.
Then he asked me why T. Rexes are so mean. And why the moon doesn't shine during the day.
It's amazing to me that I have completed 19 years of education, and I still had no good answers tonight.
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Over the following minutes, i stumbled through telling him everyone is different, that's how God made him, and that he can do everything everyone else can. I told him some people only have one arm or one leg. He asked me "how do day walk or hold stuff?" I told him, "they figure it out. Like you figured out how to draw and eat. They just do."
Then I kissed his hand and said "I love this hand," and I told him I love him if he has 4 fingers or 10 thumbs. He got really goofy, not his usual serious self like he normally is during questions.
Then he asked me why T. Rexes are so mean. And why the moon doesn't shine during the day.
It's amazing to me that I have completed 19 years of education, and I still had no good answers tonight.
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sleep deprivation is a form of torture.
I don't sleep anymore because Liam is teething. He's 7 months old. It's still weird to me that I have two children, two boys. How did that happen? I mean, I know how it happened, but I am still coming to terms with the fact that it did happen. Huh.
J and B went to visit family in another state. When Liam and I picked them up from the airport, do you know what Liam did the whole 45 minute drive home? He stared at Brody in the other carseat, giggling and laughing, the kind of baby laugh where he inhales for part of it. I think Liam missed Brody and didn't know where he went to. He laughed the whole rest of the day.
He still doesn't sleep though.
Two things: I post Brodyisms here, and on facebook, quite a lot. People always say "you should write a book" - so here's the thing. How do you write a book about what your child says? That's actually entertaining and interesting to read, I mean.
Second thing, my dear friend who I have known since kindergarten, Megan Abbott, wrote another book. I think it might be a masterpiece. It's getting spectacular reviews. I really, truly recommend that you read it. It's called The End of Everything. You can read the first chapter of it here. It's that rare combination of sublime writing combined with a chilling, unable-to-stop-reading plot. I can even get your copy autographed by the author.
J and B went to visit family in another state. When Liam and I picked them up from the airport, do you know what Liam did the whole 45 minute drive home? He stared at Brody in the other carseat, giggling and laughing, the kind of baby laugh where he inhales for part of it. I think Liam missed Brody and didn't know where he went to. He laughed the whole rest of the day.
He still doesn't sleep though.
Two things: I post Brodyisms here, and on facebook, quite a lot. People always say "you should write a book" - so here's the thing. How do you write a book about what your child says? That's actually entertaining and interesting to read, I mean.
Second thing, my dear friend who I have known since kindergarten, Megan Abbott, wrote another book. I think it might be a masterpiece. It's getting spectacular reviews. I really, truly recommend that you read it. It's called The End of Everything. You can read the first chapter of it here. It's that rare combination of sublime writing combined with a chilling, unable-to-stop-reading plot. I can even get your copy autographed by the author.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Hand crab
We've been hearing for two days about this "hand crab" that Brody made. He told us his hand crab looked different from everyone else's.
Finally we picked it up today. It's a painting with hand prints. Brody's looks way different. But he was saying over and over proudly that his was different from everyone else's. I, of course, told him that his was awesome and the best one. And it is.
I chatted with a couple teachers on the way out the door, letting them know we had located the infamous hand crab painting. One said to me quietly, "He was so sad at first that his hand crab looked different from the other kids but then we worked with him until he was so proud of himself."
It breaks my heart that he felt that way. And that he was sad and hurt. And it makes me so grateful for those teachers. But mostly it just makes me want to hug him for the next 14 years.
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Finally we picked it up today. It's a painting with hand prints. Brody's looks way different. But he was saying over and over proudly that his was different from everyone else's. I, of course, told him that his was awesome and the best one. And it is.
I chatted with a couple teachers on the way out the door, letting them know we had located the infamous hand crab painting. One said to me quietly, "He was so sad at first that his hand crab looked different from the other kids but then we worked with him until he was so proud of himself."
It breaks my heart that he felt that way. And that he was sad and hurt. And it makes me so grateful for those teachers. But mostly it just makes me want to hug him for the next 14 years.
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Thursday, June 16, 2011
For P
This is for P. She knows who she is.
I'm BUSY. Want to know why? Well, it's called soccer. And I am the idiot who agreed to be a volunteer coach for Brody's soccer team. One weeknight practice, and one weekend game, per week, since April, has seriously cut into my free time. This was probably a greater time commitment for me than other coaches because I know as much about soccer as Liam does. In fact, imagine a baby who can't sit up on his own trying to tell six 4 year olds what to do, and you pretty much have our practices. The only thing I'm really good at is using that whistle.
Between looking up drills online to keep the kids interested during practice, and the whole, you know, parenting of a new baby, while working outside the house full-time, I fall into bed at the end of the day too tired to think, let alone ruminate on life, let alone complain, on this blog.
On the agenda for the next week:
Liam is clot free. That's a big one. No shots for about 2 weeks now. All his bruises have healed.
Brody's talking about his arms.
Brody and Jeremy are going on a trip to Oregon, leaving me and Liam to the bachelor life for 5 days.
On how to handle a physical difference when meeting new people - wear clothes to make it less noticeable?
Secrets I've learned about coaching soccer while knowing absolutely nothing about soccer OR coaching
I'm BUSY. Want to know why? Well, it's called soccer. And I am the idiot who agreed to be a volunteer coach for Brody's soccer team. One weeknight practice, and one weekend game, per week, since April, has seriously cut into my free time. This was probably a greater time commitment for me than other coaches because I know as much about soccer as Liam does. In fact, imagine a baby who can't sit up on his own trying to tell six 4 year olds what to do, and you pretty much have our practices. The only thing I'm really good at is using that whistle.
Between looking up drills online to keep the kids interested during practice, and the whole, you know, parenting of a new baby, while working outside the house full-time, I fall into bed at the end of the day too tired to think, let alone ruminate on life, let alone complain, on this blog.
On the agenda for the next week:
Liam is clot free. That's a big one. No shots for about 2 weeks now. All his bruises have healed.
Brody's talking about his arms.
Brody and Jeremy are going on a trip to Oregon, leaving me and Liam to the bachelor life for 5 days.
On how to handle a physical difference when meeting new people - wear clothes to make it less noticeable?
Secrets I've learned about coaching soccer while knowing absolutely nothing about soccer OR coaching
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Questions
Most nights, while Brody is in his bed, he says, "Mommy, wanna do questions?" Then he asks me, or I ask him, random questions. So, tonight, he asked me the following:
Why do we put bad guys in jail? (and what if they get a key to get out?)
Why are bookshelves so tall and not 4 years old tall?
Why do Spider-Man and Venom need webs?
Also, Liam turned six months old today. Six months!! I can't believe he is so old, so young still, or that I lived a day of my life without him.
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Why do we put bad guys in jail? (and what if they get a key to get out?)
Why are bookshelves so tall and not 4 years old tall?
Why do Spider-Man and Venom need webs?
Also, Liam turned six months old today. Six months!! I can't believe he is so old, so young still, or that I lived a day of my life without him.
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011
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