Category: familyness

My kids, if they fought, would be nerdfighters. But they don’t fight. Instead, they do things like this. Kid 1 just came inside after sunbathing (in vain, I must add – we are a pink family). She hung with me in the kitchen for a few minutes, chatting about High School registration tomorrow, yadda-yadda. Then

I paused at the window, looking out at the moon sinking behind the mountains to the west. Normal people weren’t awake at this hour. Just me and this tiny, not-growing-fast-enough baby. I held her in that perfect new-baby place, head tucked under my nose so I could smell her magnetic baby perfume, her tiny body

Once, before I had any children, I heard this great story. I’m way too lazy to look it up, so you’re getting the 15+ years later version out of my memory. It seems that once upon a time, long ago, but not too long, there was a little boy who wanted a drink of milk.