week #19/52: future Sims-neighborhood-building enthusiast
He’s more like his mommy than he knows. 🙂
Tag: dylan says
the politics of a school lunch box
D started kindergarten this week, which is a full day program here where we live. I’m packing him a lunch from home, so far. I’d first been worried about his peanut allergy (come to find out, they only have one, very apparent, item that has …
last week, summed up in tweets
Out hiking in the woods. It’s dark and ominous, about to storm, the kind of day that inspires stories… No, really, we’re a mile from home and about to get rained on. Chapter 5 continues to be this big fat black hole, where I keep …
the most heartbreaking thing
This has never been a very personal blog, apart from telling you how much of my novel hasn’t been written, or some adorable thing my child did. I feel much more comfortable masking my personal life in writing by wrapping it up in fiction. There …
happy birthday, America
My dudes, waiting for the fireworks to start. A few minutes of the DC fireworks, as seen from across the river in Arlington, Va. With commentary from Dylan. Note: the butterfly ones! We took a nice quiet stroll through DC after the fireworks, waiting for …
but it IS that exciting
Dylan was funny this morning. We looked out the window to find that the very persistent 18-inches of snow had finally melted away. Dylan’s reaction: “Oh, grass!” I wish I could even put as much enthusiasm into the word as he did. It was like …
day 19: apple juice
I used to write songs about love, and loss, and God, and the tragic but hopeful state of the world. Today, Dylan and I wrote a song, and the lyrics go: “Apple tree, apple tree. Apple juice, apple juice.” I’ll save love and loss and …
day 14: he sees whoes-saurs?
“Whoes saur.” It’s two words, pronounced: (whoes, rhymes with clothes, and saur like from dinosaur). I have no idea where he heard it. He’s been saying it forever, and we had no idea what he was talking about for the longest time. We still don’t …
day 6: a green block
Dylan is holding a red block, with a green block snapped on top. I wonder what he imagines it is? It might be a car, or a space ship, or a boat… we play this game sometimes. “What is it?” I ask. He says, very …
snips and snails and puppy dog tails
My child plays with his trucks and tries to make a “vroom” noise, but instead ends up sounding like the “grrr” of a monster. It’s funny 🙂 I don’t know how he ended up being such a boy – trucks, cars, tractors, airplanes, digging in …