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The “lost” laugh
ByHollieThe other night the 2nd Grader asked me a question that made me stop and think. I was drying her hair after her shower and she said, “Momma, why don’t you laugh much?” What?? How can she think I don’t laugh? I laugh all the time. But, you know what? I don’t laugh with my…
Littles in leotards
ByHollieWhen I was a child I took dance lessons {ballet and tap} for approximately six weeks. I don’t know why I didn’t enjoy it, except that I have never been flexible or exceptionally graceful, not to mention that I had nowhere near enough confidence to dance in front of an audience as all the classes…
We’re just a little sensitive…
ByHollieToddler 1 is particularly tender-hearted when it comes to stories and movies. I first noticed this when I was reading The Little Engine That Could to her last winter. I had no idea that she would be so moved by the story of a heroic little train and the toys it helped. I was reading…
We’re spilling things again…
ByHollieToddler 1 woke up Monday morning (at the foot of our bed), crying and very visibly upset about something. So, the Spouse leaned up to console her and see what was going on, to which this was the reply (between sobs): “I had a bad dream. I spilled my vegetables at Target.” Well, who wouldn’t…
Eight! How can it be?
ByHollieDear Second Grader, Today you turn eight years old. Since eight is halfway to sixteen, this means I have exactly eight more years to lobby for our state to raise the legal driving age to something more sensible… like 25. I’ve seen you behind the wheel, and I just can’t bear the thought. This past…
It’s in the air…
ByHollieI know it’s still August, but I cannot remember a year where I was ever more ready for fall to get here. And, after a summer of smoldering temps and relentless humidity here in the South, I feel certain I’m not alone in this longing. One can only stand so much sweat, so many bad…

