Cahoots

Nov 16

Cahoots

My girls are four years and two weeks apart. When I was pregnant with Greta, I wondered what kind of a relationship they would have with each other during their childhood years.  There is so much that plays into it: age, personality, birth order. I have two little sisters; I love my sisters.  When we were little, I was the dictator; treating Chief Sister with my...

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Bunny face

Oct 05

In these last moments of precious nap time, I am crossing off my to-do list.  One item on the list is “Get Greta’s bunny face on film.” Greta, like many seventeen-month-olds, does animal sounds.  She has an impressive array and it is one of our best distraction techniques when we need her to cooperate.  She’ll chirp along and tell us the...

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Things that matter

Jun 27

Dr. Wonderful asks, as he does at every appointment, “So Jen, have you noticed any changes after the last week or so?” “Well, I had some tingling after the last chemo for the first time.  That was cool.”  He nods.  “And I think it is a bit smaller, but I have a hard time assessing.  The biggest thing that I did was to send out a request...

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Regular Mommy

May 15

Today was a fun day.  I had no doctor’s appointments, I ignored my cancer-specific to-do lists and tasks; today I was Regular Mommy.  We played.  The house was disaster by six o’clock.  It was a great day. We went to the local library.  Unfortunately, I am one of those people who doesn’t fully take advantage of the “free” element of the...

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Blueberries

May 13

It’s Mother’s Day.  Maren has already delivered a bowl of blueberries to me in bed.  Just blueberries.  I love that girl.  Now, she is downstairs crafting, and Brad has gently suggested I wait for his, “All clear” signal before venturing down myself.  Maren takes her art, especially Present Art, very seriously.  I can hear Greta babbling...

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To the moon

May 07

This morning, Maren and I went in to Greta’s room together when we heard her wake up.  We sang happy birthday to her and filled her room with chatter, as we do most mornings.  As a tactic to get Maren to change out of the Christmas dress she had chosen to wear today, I asked her if she would like to match clothes with Greta.  While Maren and I were discussing...

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