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Better than planned  

Our vacation was so stress-relieving that, as I sat contentedly on the public toilet at the Morro Bay campground and heard footsteps approaching, I did not panic at all as I looked up and noticed that I hadn’t bothered to lock the door, the universal code among campers that means “this room is occupied.”
I half-stood, [...]

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Use the poop, Luke  

Both of our children potty trained several years ago which was unquestionably a Good Thing. And yet I’ve said and I still believe that, if it were possible, I’d have suspended or slowed their aging so that I could have enjoyed every nuance of their newbornness more completely. Not that I miss diapers and their [...]

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The sound of magic  

The kids are in bed.
The Girl is having trouble sleeping. The neighbor’s dog is barking beneath her window. She’s reading and drawing with the light on. I’ll check on her in a few minutes and tuck her in and slide the paper out from under her arm and admire her drawings and put her pencil [...]

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Laughter is the sound of love  

The kids were playing with their friends yesterday afternoon, running through the house, through the yard, feet stomping up and down stairs, and all the while the non-stop sound of laughter echoed through the halls, sometimes far away, a murmur, sometimes bursting unexpectedly into glorious explosions of joy.
It was comforting. Like I’m doing something right. [...]

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One less  

Dear Son,
You lost your first milk tooth today and began a life less deciduous. Congratulations. And thank goodness too because we were beginning to worry when that second row of evil-looking shark teeth appeared. You popped it out while trying to separate two LEGO bricks. LEGO truly is the Toy of Toys.
We know you had [...]

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