“What are we having for dinner?” Theo asked. “What’s on the menu?” Sebastian chimed in. “Stir fry, but I don’t feel like making it. What do YOU want for dinner?” “Shooka!” Theo replied without missing a beat. (It rhymes with book-uh, in case you’re wondering.) “Hmm… I don’t know how to make that. Do you know…
Category Archives: brothers
Retrospective
Well, my ten-minute post idea lasted five days and then disappeared for 4 months. I toyed with the idea of shutting down the blog so that I wouldn’t feel guilty about not writing here. I haven’t been able to do it. Even though I’ve been busying myself with my non-virtual life, it was comforting to…
The devil inside
I have a little confession to make: Up until last month, I rarely felt all that bad for parents who complained about their kids hitting the terrible twos. No, not because three is worse (though it is, until they become teenagers. Or so I’m told). You see, my older son is a screamer. He shouted…
The Day Between
This is going to be one of those posts, in which the words come swirling out in no particular order, and since it’s too late to edit it, they will just remain that way – unless your brain knows how to unswirl them better than mine. I am feeling lost. Again? As usual? Something like…
Confession
I unbuckle their carseats, and they hop down all by themselves and race/toddle toward the front door. My hands are free to grab the bags. I look around as I pick them up, as though unsure why my shoulders are so light. ————————– “I’m done with breakfast,” he announces, clearing his place. “Now I’m going…
