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Don’t Grow Up. It’s a Trap.

I’m a big fan of birthdays. It’s a day to celebrate ME; where I feel special. Since the muppets adventurous arrival, they’ve taken on an even more important meaning. Continue reading

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An Open Letter to my Sons on Their Second Birthday

Dear Search and Destroy,

I’m shocked to admit it, but we’ve made it two years. As I write this, the clock has hit 1:32 p.m. You have been out in this world for two years.

Two at two. Nuts. Continue reading

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Then and Now

Happy second birthday, Muppets. Continue reading

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Winecone Wednesday – Where the Wild Things Are Edition

 

“And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things,” Maurice Sendak once said. As adults, we have perhaps lost our imagination. (I guess that’s why we throw winecones.)

Maurice Sendek left this world yesterday. “He sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.” To the author of splendid nightmares: I do not believe there is a child out there who has not turned their mischief making into a fantasy world of fierce monsters – in a land where we can all be the king of our wild things.

“And now, let the wild rumpus start!” Continue reading

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Daddy’s Girl

GrampaStavo wanted a boy. I even had a name. I was going to be Daniel.

Then I was born. The nurse entered the waiting room; “You have a beautiful baby girl.” He was slightly disappointed. And then he met me. Continue reading

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Dance Fever

This afternoon we headed up to celebrate the third birthday of one of the muppets’ girlfriends. It was a dance party.

Destroy was very excited – he practiced his moves all morning. DANCE DANCE! (Search wasn’t feeling all that great. He much preferred to cuddle.) Continue reading

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Letter to a Little Me

Ten was a good year. I spent my lunches playing pickle on the big kid field with Nick and Holly. The Big Stick popsicle or Fudgesicle were a quarter at the After School Program. I was getting ready to graduate elementary school.

Thirty-one. 31. It’s not old. It’s not young. It’s not even really the middle. It’s adulthood. Continue reading

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