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Don’t worry, Nathan. I didn’t serve it with a side of corn. They’d already eaten corn for breakfast.
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Like Mother, Like Child
August 29, 2008 – 9:39 am
I confess, I’m one of those obnoxious moms who insists on doing something odd. Basically, Win doesn’t get desserts, ever. It’s just been really easy. If he sees ice cream he doesn’t even ask, beg or whine. He’s totally unfazed by it. Now that he’s 2 1/2 we thought that it was time to introduce the occasional dessert. About a month ago, while on vacation with his cousins, we let Win have 1/4th of a smore (I know, such a splurge!) He LOVED it!
Having kids has been a really weird experience, particularly when I see little things in them that remind me of myself. When we gave him that 1/4th of a smore he walked around with it for nearly 1/2 hour, holding it, licking it, studying it, just enjoying it. We finally had to make him eat it so that we could put him to bed. I was the same way as a little kid!
My parents, wisely, limited the amount of candy that we were allowed to keep at Halloween. Every year I would pick out my favorite, most exciting choices and promptly tuck them in a safe place. I would save them for just the right time, a huge delightful celebratory time. The problem was that no time ever lived up to that standard that I had set and my candy would be patiently waiting until the next Halloween. I can’t tell you how much gooey, stuck-to-the-wrapper gum and stale, powdery white chocolate I ate as a kid. The though and experience of knowing that I had it to look forward to was far more fun than the actual eating of it. I can’t even tell you how many things I’ve saved so long that they’re not useful anymore. As an adult I have to keep it in check everyday.
As for Harriet, she hates the vacuum. When I get it out and turn it on she doesn’t crawl away and cry. She crawls right over to that offending vacuum, puts her hands on top of it, looks at it and screams as loud as she can. While I don’t scream at things that offend me, I have a very hard time crawling away-even when that’s the best option. I think she’s going to have to join me in my effort to practice more of the “flight” portion of “fight or flight.”
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August 21, 2008 – 11:31 am
Win helped him with every step.
A very sad day for Michigan, but a great day for Texas.
August 17, 2008 – 3:09 pm
Today is a very sad day. Denise, how do I describe Denise? She has been a close friend and nearly family for longer that anyone I know. In 1995, Jared and Denise became high school friends. I first met her at Hope College, when Jared introduced her to me as “your friend and mine, Denise Galloway.” I accepted his introduction and we’ve been friends ever since. For the past 5 years she has lived in the upper apartment in our house. She has been a daily fixture in my life and a close confidant. Winfield thinks that her last name is Henderson, he’ll even argue with you about it. Denise is one of the only people who understands Win’s toddler accent as well as I do. Sometimes she even translates for me. He/I/we will miss her as she moves to Texas.
She’s the best writer I’ve ever known and shockingly brilliant. West Michigan gave her all that it could by providing an Undergraduate degree from Hope College and a Master’s from GVSU. She needed more and it was time to go. Accepted into Baylor’s doctoral program, she packed her things, stuffed them into UHaul and headed south. If you had the privilege of attending her going away party you’d know a little about Denise. She’s has more close, kind and meaningful friendships than anyone I know. There were 50 or so people there, all of whom know Denise well and love her deeply. That’s just those who could make it. There are dozens of others scattered across the country who think of her as one of their closest friends.
Denise, you’re one of my closest friends and it has been my honor to live with you and know you so well. I’m so proud of you, and a little jealous. I love adventures and your on one that has so much potential to be great.
Win and Denise have a very special relationship. We’ve been talking to him about her move, but he doesn’t get it.
He did really like the UHaul that she rented. He found 2 sticks and spent a good bit of time practicing his druming skills.
Denise and Tony. Tony is helping Denise with her trip and move into her new apartment.
The girls of 92 East.
