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September 5, 2006

Ten Minutes to Midnight

Six years ago, I was a week over due, swigging juice and trying to calm my heart as I lay with my hands pressed to my giant belly. My baby was quiet, and I was beginning to panic. After calling the hospital and calling home my husband, I waited to feel any movements. The moment my mother arrived to care for my 17 month old daughter, the baby started kicking and flailing again. I was relieved, but determined to go ahead with the well-check at the hospital.

My son arrived at ten minutes to midnight, six years ago. He immediately revealed his powerful, earsplitting cry, and I looked at my husband in shock. Where did this cheetah-sounding baby come from? I ordered a serene baby. This child was peeling the paint off the walls.

He's always been a mellow child, except when he isn't. He has two settings - peaceful and SONIC DEATH RAY OF DOOM. He balances between two fiery sisters, holding his own with a combination of fortitude and humor.

He likes what he likes, and is generous in his praise and admiration. Just this morning, as I tried to make my hair lay down outside the grocery store, he beamed at me. I muttered "I look like a refugee," and he gently touched my arm and said "even if you look like a refugee, you are still the most beautiful mommy to me."

At the age of six, I think I can safely say that this son of mine has been silent for a total of 6 hours in his entire life. He talks. And explains. And tells people about things. He speaks in continuous, run-on sentences, often changing subjects without taking a breath. From the moment his eyes pop open in the morning, he begins to talk. The sound of his Elmer Fudd accent breaking down the differences in the stegosaurid family of dinosaurs is the soundtrack of my day.

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August 13, 2006

He's Got Choo Choo Soul, Too.

Because, I don't know, sometimes I just need to show how this particular acorn is directly under my tree. This is how we do it, Three Kid Circus-style.



Rocking Out to Choo Choo Soul on Vimeo


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