And Then There Are Murmurs
A self portrait by Bastian I never can wait for the holidays to pass. Not that it’s an especially traumatic time, or anything, it just throws off my groove. If we lived on the other side of the world where this year-end stuff happens in summer, would I like it any better? I expect not. [...]
What’re YOU Made of? (And Other Curiosities)
Well. When I made that earlier post, I was of the opinion that our day wouldn’t get any more interesting. My mistake! Bastian just kept the lols rofling all through the evening. While he was in the bath, he cheerfully remarked, “I’m made of meat!” I was simultaneously alarmed and impressed. Way to go, little [...]
Badass Okapi
This morning, I took Bastian to get flu shot #1 of 2, and he wowed the nurse by not only watching the injection, but by thanking her for helping his body fight germs. She gave him extra stickers. He’s already looking forward to flu shot #2 of 2 next month. When I dropped him back [...]
Stand There and Watch Me Burn
This post has multiple foci, but I’m confident you’re all grown-up enough to handle that. The subject line is from a song of adults by adults for adults. Listen (and read) responsibly. This post has daddy issues: Recently, I found myself feeling resentful about my dad’s suicide. It’s a normal emotion, even predictable, but I [...]
How Very Like a Bastian
I spent yesterday evening interviewing Bastian. Because he’s four years old, I started small by asking him what he’d seen, heard and done during the day. He told me about an argument he’d had with a friend: “I just had to walk away, mom. He wasn’t listening and that made me upset.” Bastian’s exact words. [...]