I’m looking through pictures of the day you were born Andrew, which happens to be ten years ago TODAY by the way!! – and I can’t help but think that I had no idea what the hell I was doing and what I had just gotten myself into. But on March 12th, 2002 at 11:35…
I Surrender
Something about this feels very familiar. The whole waking up with one kid totally congested and holy hell you didn’t know that a 50 pound human could produce so much snot and then the other child comes to you and curls up in your lap first thing in the morning (which he never does because…
I Know You Are But What Am I?
Andrew LOVES to watch YouTube on his iPad and we’ve caught on to the fact that it’s a great reinforcer when we want to get him to do anything from finishing his vegetables to doing the laundry. Okay. The laundry not so much but I can usually get him to eat an extra carrot or…
His Hands Hurt Me
He comes to me his hands bloodied covered in raw wounds but there are no tears He doesn’t know what to do so he holds his hands out to me red swollen limp and i feel a shudder invade my heart I kiss them lingering wondering hating and i taste the blood on…
Polish Sausage Sandwiches Deserve to be Passed Down
“Oh my God. What is that smell?” “Eww! Where is it coming from?” “I’m gonna barf!” “Um, yeah, um, gross………um, yuck…….that’s so, um….ewww.” I tried my best to join in on the running commentary regarding the foul smell filling up my 3rd grade classroom a. Because it really did smell. b. Because the smell was…
Friends.
His name is Colin and he’ll melt your heart (trust me, I’ve experienced it firsthand) He sits two seats away from Andrew in a classroom filled with few conversations and even fewer friendships yet somehow they managed to find each other CHOOSE each other, and form a bond (Hold on. I need to grab…
A playdate. With his first school friend. Some things are totally worth the wait.
I’ll admit it. I was a bit nervous Not a bad nervous A giddy nervous There’s a distinct difference, you know. I held the paper in my hand and stared at the numbers until they blurred together into one big ink blotch bit my lip grabbed the phone and dialed The voice…