Category Archives: Beautiful Little Nonsense
Second grade poetry. “Pink peonysleeping in thelight blooming in thegarden like a showoff.”
The 6yo hops into my room in a tote bag, sack-race style, a beanbag chair strapped to his back. Me: “What are you doing?” Him, deadpan: “Living wild.” A minute later the 8yo comes in, not wanting to go to … Continue reading
Between writing projects I’m refinishing the medicine cabinet in our new house’s bathroom (rather than revising the novel). All the toiletries are in bins on the floor: Bacitracin and Benadryl, Ibuprofens and Robitussins. The 6yo surveys the layout and exhales, … Continue reading
The banker is talking to my husband on the phone about drawing up the deed for our new house, considering the ways she might go about listing us as joint owners. Her: “There are several options for people in … Continue reading
Took the six-year-old to the doctor yesterday. All the older siblings were at home so he took center stage, chattering and wisecracking through the whole visit. Afterward I suggested that maybe he could have toned it down. Him: “But he … Continue reading
When you weigh more than four of the seven humans, you get front seat privileges.
The 5yo’s lament upon the changing of the computer password. “Why can’t things stay the same?!”
The 7yo is miffed that I have a home office and he doesn’t. “YOURS HAS ALL THESE WINDOWS” — wildly flailing arms — “AND WOULD BE PERFECT FOR ME.” So he commandeers a closet and puts the antique chair-desk in … Continue reading
Halloween Morning Costumed kids climb the school bus uncertainly, searching eyes to see if they’re made of as much awesome as they think they are.