Every morning at seven AM (give or take ten minutes), I hear Henry on the baby monitor, awake and attempting to rouse Miranda. “Ehn-wee! Ehn-wee!” He yells. At least once a day something along the lines of the following is heard in our house: Me: “Where is Henry?” (He points to himself.) Me: “Where is […]
Category Archives: The Mouths of Babes
In a class by itself
January 24, 2011 – 12:57 am
Tonight I wept uncontrollably in front of my son. I had felt lump after lump form in my throat and struggled to choke back what I knew were inevitable tears. As I held still, quiet, trying to get a grip, Ethan looked up at me, his own tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. […]
Two brains in a pod
August 26, 2010 – 9:15 pm
Ethan’s brain has always amazed me, but lately, it seems it has been exploding with a kind of curiosity and wonder that is surprising in a five-year-old. Every day, he asks me and Jack questions about life, nature, science, people. A couple of times a week, however, a question pops up that seriously stops us […]
Pretty root beer
August 23, 2010 – 8:49 pm
I often have the music on my mp3 player on shuffle in the kitchen, especially before and after dinner (and sometimes during). One evening a few months ago, after launching myself at the player and “la la la-ing” really loudly after I realized that the Ben Folds song, “Rockin’ the Suburbs” that was playing was […]
All day WOW
August 12, 2010 – 8:41 pm
To those who are familiar with my family, it comes as no surprise to hear that Ethan, my energetic, full-of-life-and-his-own-direction five-year-old is yet again in trouble for one reason or another. He has a hard time being a “first-time listener,” and is a boundary-pusher. He has trouble controlling his body and his impulses, and we […]
