I was much more enthusiastic about this: when I thought it was INSIDE the Bass Pro Shop. He ultimately caught this: but then we were faced with what to do with it. He didn’t want to throw it back. I offered to cook it, if his Father would clean it, but he didn’t want to [...]

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The other night we were driving home after dinner and ice cream. Out of the blue, the BoyChild said, “Mom, do you have any jewelry you’d like to turn into cold hard cash?” Me thinks he may be watching too much television these days.

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Last night we went to watch the fireworks. The BoyChild hasn’t been in a long time because they don’t usually start until after he has to be asleep.  Tonight he valiently tried to stay awake in order to get to go and he was successful. About mid-way through the fireworks show he turned to me [...]

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The BoyChild turned seven last Friday. I can’t remember when, or how he went from this: to this: He swims now.   David reports he actually dived off the diving board.  He’s been in swimming lessons every summer since he was little, but this is the first summer he’s actually voluntarily put his head under [...]

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Overheard from the BoyChild while he’s playing in the bath. We are waiting for the ships to arrive and then the whole planet will be destroyed. Good luck, Sir.  We are running out of fuel. I need the commander of the ship to turn his ship off to save himself.  Actually not to save himself.  [...]

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This happened this weekend.  It was a first for the BoyChild. Unfortunately,  he must have swallowed it because it is no where to be found. The tooth fairy gives two dollars if you have the tooth but only one dollar if you loose the tooth.  That rule was thought up on the spur of the [...]

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Last week we took the BoyChild to see his pediatrician. His doctor is a not the kindly, older, skinny neck-tie wearing man I had for a doctor when I was a child. His doctor is a kind, hip, youngish man with a goatee. He wears sweater vests and blue jeans. We have changed the BoyChild’s [...]

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The BoyChild received this Christmas card from the lovely little girl next door. Her father delivered it a few days before Christmas while the BoyChild was in the bathtub. Since the BoyChild was wet, surrounded by bubbles, and he can’t yet consistently read, I read him the message on the inside of the card. Card [...]

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And other days I wonder how to get a grip. There are days, when I worry about the BoyChild constantly. I worry about whether he will have a meltdown at school. Whether he will make it through the afternoon. Whether we will be able to eat dinner. Whether that particular piece of food contains corn [...]

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