This morning I’m thinking about how the end of my pregnancy with Maggie is a metaphor for the way she moves about in the world. Pretty much every morning, no matter how much time I give her and prep her for the fact that the bus is indeed coming at 8:14am, just like every other morning, she waits and waits and waits and waits until the very last minute to get ready. No amount of gentle cajoling or reminders gets her to budge. Then she just acts like, “What the hell is your problem? I’m coming!” when I’m anxious and yelling about getting her out the door on time. Just like her birth. She waited and waited and waited and waited until the last possible moment at 42 weeks when they were requiring me to be induced, and then she arrived the night before induction, in less than 20 minutes at the hospital, like, “What the hell is your problem? I was coming!” And she always gets there. There’s a lesson for me in there somewhere about how to help her and myself move through the world. Not sure I’ve grasped the practical realities of it yet.
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Art Challenges
In the evenings at our house, in those interminable minutes while we try to finish preparing dinner, the two older kids are often “bored” and don’t know what to do with themselves. Recently, Griffin shuffled into the kitchen and asked me forlornly, “Daddy, what can I do right now?” He wasn’t asking, “How can I help?” No, this was a bitter expression of hopelessness in the face of far too few minutes of screen time.
I usually reply with something snarky like, “Go stare at a wall!” (Never very effective, but surprisingly satisfying.) Last week, however, I came up with something new. Perhaps a parenting lesson from ECFE finally sank in. Or maybe it arose from the fact that I was facilitating an immersive “design thinking” week at school. Instead of snark or exasperation, I said, “YES! Quick, get a piece of paper and a pen. Draw a shape that represents you in a color that represents your mood!” (I was riffing off of an icebreaker from a recent workshop.) Startled by my specificity, Griffin immediately went to his desk and did it, coming back with a multicolored blob that included a variety of emotions (including “hungry” and “bored,” but also some positive ones). Then he asked for another “art challenge.” And I heard the distant sound of angels singing.
Art challenges have become a fun new activity to keep the gremlins of our witching hour at bay. Maggie, of course, joined in too. Below are a couple of examples of their responses to my challenges from the last few days.




I’m not deluded enough to imagine that this will work forever, but I’m enjoying it while it lasts. And I do love watching their artwork evolve.
Household Barbarism
This just overheard from the living room:
Maggie: “Griffin! You can’t have that on the couch…Barbarian!”
Imminent Death
Maggie will surely die if you don’t come down this instant to eat our breakfast!!!!!
—Text message from Sarah this morning
PS: Yeah, we text each other across the house.
Oliver’s First Flight
Travel with three is definitely harder with three than with two. Even though Griffin and Maggie are great travelers at this point, they still need a fair amount of guidance and support, especially around luggage handling: “Don’t run over that lady’s toes!” “Your bag is tipping over!” “Your coat is dragging on the floor.” And then, of course, they simply don’t have the muscle power yet to get bags onto shuttles or sometimes even escalators. Add Oliver to the mix and at least one parent is relatively hamstrung. He comes with additional supplies too. We ended up traveling “light” with merely five suitcases, five backpacks and diaper bags, two booster seats, one full car seat, and the seemingly infinite writhing tentacles of our winter coats. There were a few moments when we were entirely beholden to the kindness of strangers.
But we made it, unscathed, and the flight itself was largely peaceful. Let the mayhem of a seven cousin holiday begin!



Modern Fashion
We’re immersed in madcap packing for our holiday trip to visit Andrew’s family in Maryland. Kids are asleep. Adults are exhausted, going over checklists.
Sarah: “Did you check on Maggie’s clothes in her suitcase?”
Andrew: “Well, she seemed pretty organized about it…”
Sarah checks the suitcase and finds the following items, very neatly packed:
- 7 pairs of pants
- 2 skirts
- 1 shirt
- 4 pajama tops
- 0 pajama bottoms
Mountain Climbers
Pairs of Skin
Maggie, after scratching a scab this morning:
Maggie: Luckily I have another pair of skin!
Daddy: What?
M: I had another pair of skin under my scab, so it’s not bleeding.
D: Oh.
M: I have three pairs of skin.
D: Three? Pairs of skin?
M: Yes. If I scratch off one pair, then there’s another pair. If I scratch off that one, then there’s a third pair. But under the third pair is my blood.
Notepad Tale, Chapters 3-5
Griffin’s story continues. He composed this on the notepad app on an old iPhone. The first two chapters are here.
Chapter three
When the Maggie’s attack
When all the Maggie’s came they had a fight with the bogeys the Maggie’s won! Sarah untied the rope that was holding Maggie to a tree 🌲. I’m hungry 😋 mama. i want to eat an ice cream cone 🍦.
Chapter four
Finding the house 🏡
Now that Maggie was here Sarah didn’t have to worry about Maggie ,being captured but she had to worry about getting her house 🏡. they looked everywhere. they decided that they would go to their property .they looked at the ground and saw a lump when they looked closer. they could see that it was their own house It somehow shrank.
Chapter five
The house is back to normal !
They decided to go to the hardware store to buy some new tools.but when they got there they saw the store was closed so they decided to go back to their house 🏡. But when they got there there house was big again! They decided to celebrate 🎉. They got a little cake and they ate it all.
And they lived happily ever after.
Book 2 coming soon!🙂😉😊.
Peace and Loudness
Maggie, musing about why she loves the cabin:
I love the cabin.
When we want someone to come out,
we don’t have to go find them…We can just yell!