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Susan
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motherhood, mothering daughters, Susan
“she’s beautiful . . . and obviously in the middle of an emotional shootout to consent to date the human tatertot”
02.23.12 | Permalink | 4 CommentsThe other day Callie said she wanted to have a friend over after school some day. At the time we were in the middle of a session of swimming lessons so I told her to get her friend’s mother’s phone number and we’d arrange something for the next week. It took delicate questioning, but eventually [...]
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Family, mothering daughters, Susan
“At least she’s not a sociopath” i.e. Things You Never Thought You’d Say Before You Had Kids
09.10.11 | Permalink | 2 CommentsGirl drama in the neighborhood this evening. Callie walked down the street and found Beatrice* reading a note from Hero* after an unspecified fight. The note called Beatrice “pissy.” Callie (who has previously liked both Beatrice and Hero equally) helped Beatrice write her response and delivered the second note. I heard about it when Hero’s [...]
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Susan
From Slacker Mom to Hot Glue Gun Barbie in 24 Hours
11.03.10 | Permalink | 6 CommentsYesterday I was drying Callie’s hair before afternoon kindergarten, feeling pretty on top of things because I’d actually had her bathe even though it wasn’t Sunday, and I had ambitious plans to trim her fingernails during lunch. Callie asked if she could have pigtails, and I said sure. Then she said that she’s the only [...]
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sisters, Susan
A mess of potage (Go Cougars!)
10.09.10 | Permalink | 3 CommentsMy good friend Tara and her son are spending the weekend with us. Tara drove up from Arizona to attend classes from the very talented designer of my header, Alma Loveland, and to take in the BYU Homecoming football game. (It’s unfair that basketball doesn’t get homecoming festivities, isn’t it?) (And what about badminton?) Tara [...]
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Susan
“Because they’re good, but sad too”
10.06.10 | Permalink | 4 CommentsMe: Why sad? Callie: Because of the pigs. I don’t know why they can’t make them out of something else. If you have other food, then you don’t have to kill poor innocent animals. Me: I was more just wondering why you ate hot dogs for breakfast.
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motherhood, Spot, Susan, writing
Belly Shots
04.14.10 | Permalink | 8 CommentsI 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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Susan
The Massacre at Seagull Fountain
01.12.09 | Permalink | 6 CommentsWe’ve been worried for some time that Susan might be, well, just a little different. Grampa gave these horses to Spot for Christmas; Spot was kind (and naive) enough to share them with Sally and Susan. So far, so good. And then Susan had them in her room as she did not go to sleep [...]
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