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At the pool this past weekend we met an interesting couple who also live in the neighborhood (thanks to T., who ended up joined at the hips with their two kids--the same ones who were frog hunting with her the other day). We've been meeting a lot of interesting people at the pool lately--people we click with immediately and have engaging conversations with. This couple appeared in deck chairs last weekend, as if blown in by the breeze, leaving us to wonder where on earth they were last summer, these interesting people, because it would have been nice to have known them then. [more]

Apparently, I’ve mentioned the whole “Groundhog Day” thing a bit too many times. And, apparently K-Man can read my blogs, as he’s taken it upon himself to shake things up in a most brutal way. At almost three, he’s reached that age when…when…when…it’s so horrible, I can barely get the words out. Okay, deep breath. One more. Maybe one more. He’s reached that age when he no longer naps (at least not regularly). [more]

I had one of those “dad moments” (for lack of a better term) the other day. I was with K-Man and we were enjoying an afternoon of parks and play. In the midst of all of this, I realized that I wasn’t exactly in the moment as I should have been. I was distracted. My mind was wandering. K was chattering away about this or that (and probably fire trucks), but I wasn’t altogether “there.” That’s when I looked up to see that he was riding an escalator. [more]

* Let me preface this by saying that we do not live in squalor, but in the South, and it's summer and buggy. Enough said.

I snuck upstairs this morning to get my shoes right before heading off to work. T. was, supposedly, still sleeping. When I crept into our bedroom, though, I found her wide awake, lying on her back in our bed and staring at the wall in rapt concentration--like someone studying something very detailed and absorbing.

"Mama," T. whispered to me in hushed tones. "There was a happy spider on the ceiling, and now he's on the wall!" [more]

A couple of months ago I took T. to a birthday party at the house of one of her little school friends. As soon as we walked in the front door, I was struck by the fact that there were framed wedding pictures hanging in several places in the living/dining room, and a massive white embroidered wedding album lying out on the sideboard in the hallway. I asked the hostess how long she and her husband had been married (they have two children) and she told me nine years. [more]