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Conversations With Oliver

Now We Are Six

February 24, 2010 Conversations With Oliver

This post is tres late. My boy’s birthday was February 2nd, and I’ve started and stopped this post for many crappy reasons.
It’s been a bit of a shit storm here for weeks… lots of stuff in the forefront of my head, stuff I can’t blog about here, and it’s all been in the way [...]

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Ten Bucks

January 19, 2010 Conversations With Oliver

Like most other people in the world, this disaster in Haiti has been weighing heavily on my heart. Oh my lord, this situation is beyond desperate. Beyond!
After the 9/11 incident, I learned that I need to let these kinds of crises seep into my brain slowly. Never again will I sit down [...]

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One Kid Manages the Other, and That’s the Truth, Ruth.

December 22, 2009 Conversations With Oliver

The baby doesn’t listen to anything I say. It would appear that her brother rules the roost.
I say, “No running!” and she only runs faster. If her brother tells her not to, she will (usually) stop dead in her tracks.
I say something like, “Miss? Can you please put that wrapper in the [...]

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Not a Question

August 27, 2009 Conversations With Oliver

“Oliver, can you please go to the back door and get the trash bin that belongs in here? I left it there when I emptied it earlier.”
“No.” I can feel his eyes on me, testing. Waiting.
“Pardon me, sir?”
“No. I don’t want to.”
“Um, sorry… that wasn’t a question actually. Go. And [...]

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Avocado

June 24, 2009 Conversations With Oliver

My five-year-old is sitting at his little table this morning, eating some sliced avocado. He is completely naked – still undressed after his bath this morning, since tired, lazy mummy didn’t bother to bathe either of her kidlets before bed last night. He’s been walking around all nude like this for the past [...]

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Saving Snails

June 11, 2009 Conversations With Oliver

This rainy morning we are late for school (as usual) and practically sprinting the short walk to school. I don’t know how the time elapses exactly, but there seems to be a time-suck vortex I can neither see nor explain that only exists between the landing of our upper duplex and the front door [...]

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Turd is the Word

June 5, 2009 Conversations With Oliver

The baby is down for her afternoon nap, and I am trying to get some work done plus do laundry plus dishes plus never-ending cleaning plus I haven’t even thought about dinner yet… so this semi-lazy mum has her five year old boy propped in front of his favorite car-driving video game, just to glean [...]

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