Boys Will Be Boys

The wadded up piece of paper shot across the music area right in front of me while we were kneeling for the Eucharistic Prayer. A minute later, Alex started snorting. I looked at him with a scowl developing, and he whispered, “Was that Michael’s nametag?” And I realized: yes. Why, yes, it was. My kid…

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Fragility and Indestructibility

This is a post about this boy… …who yesterday, while I was running siblings to various lessons, punched (yes, I did say punched) the light switch in the kitchen, with this result: But at three this morning, the cries started up in his room. I hauled myself out of bed and across the hallway to…

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Michael Mayhem Graduates Preschool

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…

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Photo Friday Funnies

If you’re on Facebook, you already saw these, but it’s worth preserving in our family history this way, too. Two nights in a row, this week, we went upstairs to go to bed, checked on the kids, and discovered this: By morning, it looked more like this: Happy Friday!

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When you go visit the farm with boys…

When you go visit the farm with boys, you just never know what you might find waiting in the driver’s seat when it’s time to go home.

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The Thing About Boys…

The thing about boys is that they’re confusing. Like my laundry pile. It makes no sense. On Friday of one week I fold six loads of laundry (I got behind. So sue me), and nine days later, on a Sunday afternoon, I do the next three. And if the laundry pile is to be believed,…

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

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…

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Boys Have Drama, Too

Let no one, me especially, claim that boys come without the drama attached to raising girls. Every child loves his first grade teacher. It’s an unspoken rule, right? You must be hopelessly, gaga-eyed in love with your first grade teacher. So when your first grade teacher gives you a bag full of gummy worms on…

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Nativity Action Hero

On the docket for today: More fodder for the “boys are just different” grist mill. The other day I heard Nicholas playing with the nativity set. Someone was talking to “Dad.” This is what we found long past bedtime that night: Why yes, in fact Mary and Joseph are entertaining “a car, a boat, a…

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