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Stuff I’m proud of

Monday, November 28th, 2011


First off, my daughter. She turned two recently, and she’s fabulous, she really is. I just wrote her a second-birthday love letter, a habit I’m trying to keep for both kids. I thought of posting it here, as I’ve done in the past, but it somehow feels too fragile and private, talking about how much I love my child out here in the odd echoing anonymous public of the internet. I suspect I’ve just fallen out of my previous habits of self-revelation, since I now write a blog entry approximately once every two months. Ah, well, perhaps the pendulum will swing back. Anyway. My daughter. The Bean. Two. Fabulous.
So I sew her things. It’s fun.


What we’re reading

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

My first Sunday at St. Cosmus’ was lovely. I felt very welcomed. People seemed to enjoy my sermon and to be enthusiastic about having the Tilt/Weirdbird/Zag family around. And I had Saturday off, and this afternoon off, and I have tomorrow off – a good breather before starting another busy week. (more…)

Two moments

Thursday, July 17th, 2008

Moment 1: It is naptime and Zag cannot get himself still. He seems  to accept the general idea of naptime and is lying down in bed, but his eyes are wide open and he keeps finding new games to play with his fingers – pushing on his nose, stroking the wall, playing with my jewelry. Over and over again I pause my soporific singing to say, “Please settle!” and he replies, “I am!” (more…)

Things I have learned about Zag’s imaginary big brother

Monday, July 7th, 2008

His name is Peekapah, and he’s much older, maybe 11, or 20. He sleeps in Zag’s room. He knows how to handle a gun and has been in a war. He can play baseball, but is usually too busy to teach Zag. He used to have a pet buffalo. He can drive. And he knows how to sing Compline in French.

Two deacons!

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Zag’s been in such a great mood this afternoon and evening. When I took over at bedtime to sing him to sleep, he asked for the cider song – a thoroughly silly song about sipping cider through a straw that I learned at camp  many years ago. Then when I started to sing, he joined in and sang the whole song right along with me. This was somewhat counter to the singing-to-sleep project, but it was so sweet I didn’t argue; it’s the first time we’ve actually sung something together. (more…)

Too much, too little

Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

Best new line to try in a crowded singles bar: “I love you. Can my spit be friends with your spit?” (From Zag, trying to delay naptime with strategic cuddliness.)

The move went well. We had good help at both ends. (more…)

Parenting moments that choke me up –

Friday, June 13th, 2008

- a partial list.

Seeing a small parade of protesters (for reform of the CORI system) and having him ask, “What are those people doing?”, and trying to explain the right of free assembly, and why it matters that we have it.

Singing him “Summertime” as he falls asleep.

Watching the very inclusive montage of families on “Elmo’s World” with him – so glad there are glimmers of a worldview that inclusive to share with him.

The intent expression on his face as he hears “Yellow Submarine” for the first time. (I know, it’s criminal negligence that this hasn’t happened already. He’s been so busy with TMBG and the Aquabats.)

To infinity… and beyond!

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

Tilt, remember that ride-on rocket car that Alex had, back when Zag was spending Tuesdays with Alex? Well, they had one at the Davis Square Goodwill today. It’s in our living room right now. If you weren’t out of town, this object would not have come home with us. But I was unwilling to face singlehandedly the scale of the tantrum that would have ensued if I had tried not to buy it. It can get lost in the move, if necessary. I will say for it that at least the perky voices that say “All systems go!”, etc., are not all that loud…  (more…)

It’s obviously time to remove this child from an academic environment

Tuesday, June 10th, 2008

I’ve tried to do my academic business while Zag is napping or with other people, during my years at Hogwarts, but now and then I’ve had to haul him along while visiting a professor to consult about a paper or some such. Apparently this has left an impression upon him which I had not heretofore realized. Yesterday he was playing in my office while I puttered at my desk, and he tried on a pair of slip-on garden shoes of mine and said, “I’m a professor! You can come visit me.”

Intrigued, I asked him how you can tell that someone is a professor. He said, “They have blinky eyes. Kids don’t have blinky eyes. And professors have long feet.”


Two conversations

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

Zag’s veggie bacon, at lunch, to his bread (voiced by Zag): Hey, come on! Let’s go down in Zag’s tummy!

Bread (also voiced by Zag): OK!

(Both dance across the table to Zag. He eats up the bacon.)

Bread: Hey, wait for me!

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Zag (singing and jumping on the bed): It’s good for the anteaters… it’s good for the anteaters… it’s good for the anteaters….

Tilt: What’s good for the anteaters?

Zag: I not telling you about them. I just singing about them.