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The Prowler
Julianna whined all the way home from Illinois. She was heartily sick of the car seat. (Who can blame her?) As soon as we got home, she tore across the floor and went down to the basement to bang on the piano. When her daddy brought her back up and got her diaper (and clothes)…
Read MoreLife with the Basi kids
Every day at naptime, we go up to Alex’s room to read books. He picks out a few books (almost always about trains or tractors). Then he climbs up on the bed, and I settle down beside him with Julianna on my lap. We usually make it to page two before Julianna decides that…
Read MoreThe End of Nursing
It happened so suddenly. I knew it was about time. She hardly ever swallowed anymore. She never went to sleep—or if she did, she woke up as soon as her body touched the mattress, and commenced howling her outrage to the household until she finally conked out mid-cry. I toyed with the idea, but I just…
Read MoreBroken Glasses
Three weeks ago, or thereabouts, Julianna got glasses. “Oh, she’ll take them off all the time,” people warned me. I shrugged, because she doesn’t have very good fine motor skills, especially for things on her face. I figured we’d be okay for a while, till she figured out how to get them off. Uh,…
Read MoreCute almost-three-year-old moments of the week
— “Mommy, did God gave you an Alex to chew on?” (These kids do pick up on the littlest things we ever say! 😉 ) — “Our Fadder, who art in Heaven, hawowed our, be, howowed be our name. Mommy, why do we say daily bread?” (Because that’s how we ask God for…
Read MoreAlex’s First Halloween
Nov. 1, 2007All Saints Day Last night, Christian and I took Alex trick-or-treating for the first time. He was Bob the Builder, outfitted in blue plaid and too-big jeans that fell down around his tool belt, exposing gray big boy briefs. He wore his yellow construction hat perched at a rakish angle on his head…
Read MoreNight Terrors
Last night, 1 a.m., and the house is quiet. The windows are open to let the evening breeze cool the 2nd floor where we sleep. I am half awake, and I hear a little electronic “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” from across the hall. I wonder if Alex is awake and playing with Fredbird…
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Kathleen M. Basi 