Tag Archives: toddler
Six it Is
Six is the year little boys seem to turn into kids. Look at that little misplaced tooth… how can one grin contain so much innocence and sneakiness at once? Happy Birthday, Mighty Mighty Quinn. 48 lbs. later (for both of … Continue reading
I See Your Florida and I Raise you a Game of Nerf Catch
It’s the hump day of my spring break, which is really turning out to not be a break (got the freelance job) and I am sitting at my filthy dining room table with Lizzie’s Lush face mask on my nose, … Continue reading
Quinn is three and that means that even though I thought I was done trick-or-treating and figuring out costumes, I am not done. I didn’t even get a breather… just as the older kids got too cool for it, I … Continue reading
Inside Out, Moons and Igloos
The group show is less than a month away and one thing I have learned about myself is that if I am making art, I cannot write. It is so weird. Writing is extroverted, drawing, introverted… At least that is … Continue reading
Omne Trium Perfectum (everything that comes in threes is perfect)
“Out of difficulties grow miracles.” – Jean de la Bruyere Quinn, you are three on the third! Happy golden birthday, or as we called it in my family growing up, happy magic birthday. I wasn’t going to rehash the whole … Continue reading
Circle Games, Cupcakes, Earthquakes and Other Reminders
So much for writing everyday. Luke was twelve when I wrote Summer of the Pigeon. That summer, I did write each and every evening. In retrospect, I probably should have been blogging and not trying to make a book. Maybe … Continue reading
Maria Montessori Did Not Use a Leash
Last week I finally emptied my iPhone of its photo contents, making more room for songs and videos. As I scroll through the photos I have taken in just the last five days, I am kind of stunned at the … Continue reading
When in Doubt, Moose
I got this tattoo in my mid-thirties when I thought I was done having children. It holds the zodiac signs for each of the kids, plus Sean’s and mine because, well, we made the kids. Clearly, I had no clue … Continue reading
Instagram Lullaby
9:42. Finally settling down after a long and spirited birthday night. Quinn is next to me in bed, his sweet little cherub of an arm is tucked in the crook of my elbow. He is falling asleep slowly, his breaths … Continue reading
As Long as I am feeling nostalgic about motherhood…
Painting, Remembering to Want, 2010 Kelly Frederick Mizer
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