We have in our family what I consider to be bad luck when it comes to teeth. Of the five of us, four have lost teeth we should in theory still possess either through accident, decay, or a combination of the two. Add that to the baby teeth that my daughter has lost in the … Continue reading Elegy for a Tooth
Dinner
When my daughter was an infant, I would spend her naps watching a show on one of our nondescript and ever-changing digital TV channels, one that I came to think of as “the first cooking show." I don’t know that it really was the first, nor do I remember the name of it, but it … Continue reading Dinner
Magic Pumpkins
First off, I must explain our early winter ritual of throwing our rotting jack-o-lanterns and spent decorative gourds and pumpkins into the wooded area that surrounds our house. The property in front of the house has a downward grade into a ravine, so to toss a pumpkin from the porch down the hill is a … Continue reading Magic Pumpkins
Fierce
So interesting that some things about children are exactly what one expected, but others are a complete surprise. Take my daughter. In a physical sense, she looks exactly as I imagined our child would look—except for her startling blue eyes, the result of recessive genes, and her storm cloud of blond hair, which I would … Continue reading Fierce
Tub Turds
The other night I found myself, for the second time in a week, fishing a turd out of my twins’ bath while they looked on, helpfully directing me with points and grunts as to indicate the estimated location of the floater. Of course, it was a bubble bath, which made the activity all the more … Continue reading Tub Turds
Wild Things
I read the Maurice Sendak classic Where the Wild Things Are to my two-year-old twin boys many evenings at bedtime, though, in all honesty, it is not currently one of their top picks —they prefer Llama Llama Red Pajama, Go Dog Go, and the absurdist 13 Words, which they like mainly for the pictures of … Continue reading Wild Things
The Domestic Wilds 