Michael Mayhem Graduates Preschool

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Michael, with his toy guitar: “This next song is called “Starlight Can Never Destroy A Death Star So I will Use My Laser.” I went to his end-of-year celebration at his preschool yesterday, which consisted mostly of him attacking me at frequent intervals with flying leaps and fierce hugs interspersed with little girls coming around…

On Sneaking Candy, channeling the flash, and Sucker Punches: Michael Mayhem at Four

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There comes an inevitable day in every parent’s life when you have to recognize that you can’t treat your baby like a baby anymore. It’s an organic process as long as you keep having more kids, because real babyhood keeps presenting itself. But although I’ve been aware of, and even partially on top of, this…

Michael Mayhem

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I capitulate, and confess: my fourth-born has officially outstripped my third-born for the title of Trouble. In fact, he has a new name: Michael Mayhem. And he’s so quiet about it, too. You never know it’s happening until it’s a fait accompli. I took Alex to his piano lesson yesterday afternoon–with all four kids in…

More Post-Nap Cuteness

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3:05 p.m. and I hear hands rattling the spokes on the stairs. “Hey, Munchkin, you up?” I call. “Yes.” Michael pads into my bedroom, where I’m channeling my childhood by writing while stretched out across my bed. “Mommy, why do you call me Munchkin?” “Because I like to call you loving, silly names. Like boo…

The Beauty of the Youngest Child

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I didn’t get to hold Michael for the first several days of his life. He took a swig of amniotic fluid on the way out of the womb, and then the corner of his lung collapsed, and even though he was three times the size of some of the babies in the “special care” nursery,…