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• parenting, Spot

  Ready

  04.05.13 | Permalink | Comments Off

  Last week as we got ready for the day, Lucy requested that I tie her shoes. I love Lucy, from the tips of her little toes to the freckles on her nose, but sometimes it’s beyond me to respond nicely to her because her squeaky helium voice can turn demanding and grating even before I’ve [...]

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  My Friday the 13th baby

  10.13.10 | Permalink | 7 Comments

  If I’d not gotten induced with Lucy four years ago, and if she’d gestated as long as Molly, she’d be a November baby. But I did, and she didn’t, so Happy Birthday, Lucy! Sorry I made you come out so early (and so small, just seven pounds and five ounces — so, not really small, [...]

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  The first time

  08.15.10 | Permalink | 2 Comments

  Not the first time I worried about it, not the first time I knew something was wrong, not the first time I knew she was different. Not the first time I knew it couldn’t be fixed. Not the first time an adult asked me, in hushed tones, careful that she wouldn’t hear. Not the first time [...]

• Being Mormon, Spot

  I am a Child of God

  04.18.10 | Permalink | 11 Comments

  Spot singing I am a Child of God from shannon johnson on Vimeo.

• motherhood, Spot, Susan, writing

  Belly Shots

  04.14.10 | Permalink | 8 Comments

  I don’t believe that writing and motherhood should be incompatible, in fact usually I am adamant that writing makes me a better mother, because it is how I examine motherhood (my life, at this point), and because in the examining I see both the ineffable divinity in every day and the humor (or at least [...]

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  Rooster

  08.31.09 | Permalink | 10 Comments

  I’ve had several months to regret buzzing Spot’s hair. It made sense at the time, and she didn’t care. Not caring was probably why she cut her bangs off at the scalp in the first place. Several months is nothing, of course; I have spent years regretting the times I have cut my own hair. [...]

• church, Family, Spot

  Hey Mommy, that’s a white boy!

  04.23.09 | Permalink | 13 Comments

  At church this week I ended up on the hemmed in side of the pew. This usually happens to me, even though I remember I hate the inexorable tide of three children and a loving husband pressing me into the corner where the pew meets the wall, because I am usually the first to walk [...]

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