Half a childhood


Last night I posted on Twitter this note about Belly turning 9:

Birthdays tomorrow: Elvis, David Bowie and my own firstborn, who will be 9. She’s my favorite of the three.

And I received this reply from @susancree:

My oldest turned 9 in Oct. Ever since, I keep thinking, wow, that’s half of a childhood. Keep hoping I’m doing rt by him.

Oh, I hear her.

Half a childhood.

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My beloved Belly. How I hope I always do right by you. And here’s to a second half as great as the first. Maybe even better.

Much love always and forever. Happy Birthday!

Office Space

I finally got around to cleaning up our very messy office before the new year.

There were papers to file:

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A desk to find:

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Where does this stuff go?

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There was a box of items my mother chose to save from my childhood home. The priceless items she chose?

A few mice from my once-gigantic mouse collection. Good thing she saved these, they’ve gone up in value by sooooo much (snort):

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There were some special jewels, like the stick pin with NOTHING monogrammed at the top. And the Wonder Woman bracelet:

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The ugly-as-sin decorations like the one on the far left that I painted at one of those paint-your-own pottery places when I was 12:

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Sunglasses I wore but couldn’t actually see out of since they were so dark:

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Oh, and then this. . .the boxer shorts I collected from some brave chap on the night of my bachelorette party. I washed them, but still, ewwwwwwwwwwwww. . .

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Out with the old, in with the new. Who knows what I’ll unearth in December when I do this all over again.

Never too late to start school over


Happy New Year!

I’m stirring things up over at New England Mamas, offering advice on how to pull your kids out of school mid-year for those who just can’t face starting the whole thing up again on Monday.