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Why I Love Halloween

  • I get to dress up in goofy clothes and people think I’m cute instead of weird.
  • Strange men sit on their stoops in pairs, drinking beer and handing out candy.  They love it.  The kids are hesitant.  They have an innate sense that something is not quite right.  The parents hover on the sidewalk wondering if this is a good idea.
  • Everyone comes out of their houses to smile at complete strangers.
  • High school boys get away with asking for candy without even wearing a mask.
  • I get to carve a pumpkin.
  • The lady across the street was bored since there were barely any kids around so she dressed up in her witch costume (broom too) and hobbled up and down the sidewalk.
  • Everyone tells me my child needs a bigger treat bag.

_MG_3172Happy Halloween



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Today, on this day, at 9:16pm, your piercing cry of anger filled my ears.  They placed your slippery self on my belly and all I could do was laugh at your intense spirit.  Your eyes looked black.

Today marks your third year.

You are more than I possibly could have imagined.

You are fiercely independent even when you get frustrated and then we talk about a new solution.

You complete each task in detail (like taking an hour and a half to unwrap your gifts today).

You are generous and kind and like to take care of me just as much as I like to take care of you.

If one of us threatens a grouchy day we just remind each other “Let’s have a nice day, okay?”  And then we smile at each other and I wait until we have to be reminded again.

You can count and identify letters, if you choose.

You can jump from impossibly tall things and land in a graceful two-footed crouch.

You like to moon us.

You love going fast and swinging high.

Carol is still your favorite, but you have a growing collection of puppies and a small group of animals (usually a bunny, a llama, a unicorn, and Vanilla Lambi) whom you refer to as “The Guys.”

You make everyone talk all your toys for you in a high-pitched voice.  It’s both endearing and irritating.

Mouse and Mouse’s Sister still come to play almost every day.

Your simple  questions of “why? why? why?” have progressed to complex thoughts like “Why is the sky blue?” “How do babies get out of their mommy’s tummies?”  “What is under the floor of the tub?” and “Why does there need to be a little hole in the top of the sippy cup to let air in when I drink?”

You are in preschool five afternoons a week.

You are spirited, can carry a tune, can twirl a crazy twirl and dance a crazy dance, and I love getting to know you.

Happy Birthday.

I can’t wait to see you fly.

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Oh, yes, me hearties.  Today is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.


Any of you lubber free to stop by and swab the deck and whip up a cake?  We’re busy prepping for a distinctly pirate-free 3rd birthday party that looms on the horizon. No?  Walk the plank, I say!  Walk!

And, in case you need something with which to waste your time….

Today I go by the name

My pirate name is:
Red Grace Cash

Passion is a big part of your life, which makes sense for a pirate. You’re musical, and you’ve got a certain style if not flair. You’ll do just fine. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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It turns out that my long-time fear of roller coasters which eventually included the scrambler and then the log flume now includes…the ferris wheel. Yes, the dreaded and terrifying ferris wheel.

How embarrassing.

Remember this photo?
Girl at County Fair

See that ferris wheel in the background?  That’s the one we rode together.

But it was at least fifty years old if a day.  In order to get on, the operator had to tip the seat forward so you literally climbed in.  I had to place Avi in, hold her in with one hand so she wouldn’t slide forward, and then climb in myself.  Once we started moving, every time the ride abruptly halted, the seat would swing madly forward threatening to tip us over into an alice-in-wonderland fall.  The first time this happened, we were only 15 feet off the ground.  No biggie.  The fifth or sixth time it happened, we were at the top and I felt my heart plummet in front of me, my breath sucked in hard as I dead-ended the shock tears and I stuck out an arm to grab my child.  And that is where my arm stayed the entire time.

And my breath?  Oh, I got it back alright.

I chattered like a nitwit for the entire ride.  Anything I could think of about the view, the animals, the air, the trees.  Eventually I resorted to “And we’re going up up up up up.  Here we are at the top.  Hello World!  And we’re going down down down down down.”

And this was on a ferris wheel.

I am officially the biggest chicken I know.

Later that day, as the fair was closing, we sat to watch the rides begin to be dismantled.  We spotted a man climbing up into the ferris wheel rigging.  He was wearing a harness but he hadn’t strapped in yet.  Shirtless and carefree, he swing himself upwards into the center of the circle.  Visions of Tuck Everlasting swam through my head and I wondered if it could be true and how it would be fun to climb up into the ferris wheel itself, but riding it scared me shitless.

So, there it is.

I will gladly climb and swing as long as I’m in control.

Put me in the hands of someone else’s swing and unless I’ve got a two year old to keep me calm, I will likely burst into tears.

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a little soccer vent

non-competitive adult soccer doesn’t exist around here.

i miss soccer.

so, i put out a listing on craigs list, got some interest, called parks & rec to double check on the field situation and off i went.

i haven’t even met the people who expressed interest, and they’re already being subversive in a nonconfrontational way.  totally wierd.

one guy emailed me

I am pretty excited about it. Well I was kinda wondering if 7 is a little late into the afternoon. But either ways, whatever time it be I will be there.

mister, just tell me you want to play earlier and then name a time.  no need to irritate me by beating around the bush.

one girl decided she’d put it on facebook since that’s how her ultimate pick-up team converses.  fine with me.  i don’t care.

today, i visited the facebook page to post the first game and there was already a discussion asking if anyone knew of fields…but two towns over from me!

then, i posted the event and the same chic said her friend was emailing that town (two towns over) to ask about fields.

madame, i’m not playing two towns over.  i’m playing here.  you play in your own town if you don’t want to come here, but don’t be stealing all my players.

and, yes, yes, i told them both as much.  in nicer words of course.

i don’t think that post made much sense.   nor do i feel all that much better from this miniature vent.

i guess i’ll go fold laundry.

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Go Vote

You were gifted this free country.  Now use its gift and place your vote.

Here in NH, it is never too late to register.  You can walk into your polling place the day of elections and they will hand you a ballot.  But it will be too late if you don’t move your tail over to your polling place.

Do not tell me that you are not political.  To care about the fate of your child, the freedoms of your child, the rights of your child–that is political.  To vocalize to your girlfriends that your child deserves more–that is political.  To look at your street and wonder why your town doesn’t recycle–that’s political.  To sigh when you see how much you pay for health insurance, and how little you get in return–that’s political.  So do not tell me that you are not political.  If you were not political, you would not care.  But you do care, so get yourself to a ballot box and help change the world.

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Today, you turned two.

You celebrated your birthday yesterday too, at school.  Because, yes, you now go to school.  Two mornings per week.

You are entering your second week of wearing undies during the day because you really like to use the potty.

You speak in complex and exciting sentences, often with multiple directives: “Carol needs to go to sleep now, change diaper, need pow-der, then carol needs to go to sleep.”and “Avi and mama put shoes on, then find Carol, then put her in the stroller, than go for a walk.”

When you’re excited, you have a harder time starting sentences, interrupting yourself with rapid bursts of breathing and things like, “and-and-and-and”  “then-then-the-the.”

You know a lot of nursey rhymes by heart and like to recite them when you play.  Sometimes you mush them together to make new rhymes.

You sleep in a big girl bed and drink from a big girl cup, and you are all done nursing.

You love to take walks.  Lately, you’ve been taking your doggie to pull along with you, the one that used to be mine.  Although, sometimes, you take Carol out in the stroller.

You have a thinking face when you think out loud about finding something or making a serious decision.  It involves scrunching your face up tight and sticking your mouth out.

It turns out that your favorite color is purple, although pink is a close second.

You just told me that you want to be a “white fuzzy mouse” for Halloween.

Your favorite dolls are Carol, Baby Kevin, Flower, and Spike.  In that order.  Although Spike and Flower might be a tie.

Often, when you ask permission to do something, you answer yourself, “Can Avi share with mama?” and then you say to us, “Sure!”  even if I haven’t said yes yet.

When I ask you what you want to wear today, you have been known to say, “a cute outfit.”

You still speak with a funny accent:  th = y.  c = t.  r = w.  banana = dabana.  cute = tute.  that = yat.  Carol = Tarol.

You can jump with both feet, climb up and downstairs without the railing, can identify several letters including “A”, “M”, “D”, and “O,” can toss a ball, can ride a rocking horse, and can do a wheelbarrow walk (this last one took some practice since you needed to learn how to coordinate your arms properly).

You love to dance, sing, and listen to music.  Lately, we’ve been listening to “Thumbelina” be read aloud on a cd which you really like.  Your favorite books are rhyming ones.

You are amazing.

Happy Birthday, Child of My Heart.

May you always see the funny rhymes in life.

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