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1) Feel free to pretend you haven't, should the contents be offensive, sensitive in nature, or just TMI (Too Much Information).
2) Comment freely or talk to me face to face, and be prepared for further honesty and opinions.

Okay? Okay.

Aug 27, 2008

Continuing the Conversation

The twins love to jabber. They will talk about anything, anytime, filling the space with the sound of their own voices... Yesterday, while we drove home from kindergarten, we had part 312 in this conversation . It went like this-

Mia: When I grow up, can I have a baby?

Me: Only if you want to

Mia: Well, if I do, how does my belly know I want to grow a baby?

Me: You get to be in charge of your body and make that decision when you get to be an adult.

Mia: What if I can't get a baby in my belly?

Me: Than you can adopt.

Mia: Does that happen?

Me: Yep. Lots of people want to have a baby grow inside of them but for some reason it doesn't always work.

Abe: What if I want to want to have a baby? I can't because I'm not a girl. Only a girl can have a baby.

Me: That's true, but you could adopt, or if your partner is a girl, then she might want to have a baby by getting pregnant. Or if she doesn't want to get pregnant or can't, then you could adopt.

Abe: Well, but, I'm going to live with you forever, so I think that I will just help Mia take care of her babies and we can still live in our house.

Mia: We'll have to get bigger beds.

Me: You don't have to share a bed. You could be in different beds.

Mia: Oh.

Abe: And then I can help, and you can be one of the grandmas.

Me: Okay.

Mia: If I get to decide when I have a baby, then I want to have one now!

Me: Oh no, you have to wait until you're a grown up.

Mia: Oh, right, okay.

Me... Please, oh, please, wait...

Aug 13, 2008

The End

Their bodies glisten, shimmering as they emerge from the water, dripping. Pulling themselves up and out. Fingertips, elbows, belly, one knee up- akimbo like, then the other. They hoist themselves, water streaming, to the deck. Laughing, chattering, they leap again.




Summer is almost over. New backpacks for the new kindergardners have arrived, shiny and unstained, embroidered with their first name. A family tradition. Number five and six begin next week. How is that possible?

I look forward to the return of the routine, the schedule. I will miss the easy days of summer, endless breakfast, as they each wake up at their own pace and come to the kitchen. Cleaning up after each breakfast session over and over... well, okay, I won't miss that part.

I can't believe the school year is here.

Aug 10, 2008


Aug 7, 2008

What to do when there are too many words

In lieu of my words...

Mia says Hi!

We tried to get pictures through photo booth of her dancing to "Man I Feel Like a Woman", but there was too much blurry- she's a dervish, slinky shoulders and all...

Hey, Gwendomama!- see those martini shakers in the cabinet behind???? :)