by Mir | Jan 10, 2018 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Monkey turned 18 last week. EIGHTEEN! That’s just plain nutso, because I can barely remember my own name these days, but I have such clear memories of the day he was born, so it cannot possibly have happened so long ago. I remember the doctor insisting it would...
by Mir | Dec 31, 2017 | Growing, It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Offspring: ecstasy and agony, Oh look! Something furry!!, Ottomatic For the People
Chickadee has been home—intermittently, to be sure, as her college pals are mostly elsewhere, and as often as not, that means I’m kissing the back of her head as she leaves for a day or three to be with them—and that means certain things are assured:...
by Mir | Oct 18, 2017 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Offspring: ecstasy and agony
When Chickadee decided on Tinytown College (not its real name), we made several trips to campus before she began her time there. Every time, we went to the bookstore and accumulated more Overpriced Licensed Stuff™, of course, including shirts for the whole...
by Mir | Oct 11, 2017 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, Ottomatic For the People, Woohoo!
If pressed, I am going to tell you that the best two days of my life were when my kids were born. (If pressed further—and/or if Otto is there—I will slot my wedding to him in a very close third place.) Bringing forth new life and the miracle of birth and...
by Mir | Sep 29, 2017 | Aspi(e)rations/AD(D)orations, It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Otto and I spent most of the spring and part of the summer talking about, planning for, and perhaps-a-little-too-gleefully anticipating our empty nest. It’s not that we don’t adore the children—of course we do!—it’s just that… one,...
