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Thirty-Fourth Entry
Tags: family music friends dance love kids life
In a white world of snow, the sun makes an infinite
amount of difference.

The little party that I was so looking forward to is over, and there was much laughter, and only a few tears from the baby who didn't like the noisemakers. I baked a cake this morning, yellow with chocolate frosting. I tried to draw an orange fish on the cake, but the tail became a little squiggly. Chris and Tuck didn't seem to mind so much, they each fought over the eyeballs, made out of sugar candy. I gave them each their own eye, and watched as they laughed through mouthfuls of big, mushy, mess. I took pictures with the ancient camera Harry and I own, and hoped that even though Harry couldn't make it to his sons' sixth birthday party, that he was still thinking of them.

He called on the phone earlier to give them each a big Happy Birthday song, and I couldn't help but kiss him through the phone. I can't believe this is happening, he said to me once the twins ran away from the phone. What, I asked, thinking he meant his absence. They're growing up, he responded. I had thought of this myself, early this morning before when I couldn't sleep, and it made me search for a clean glass for wine.

The children are all asleep at 9:30, which frees me up blessedly to do some work I desperately need to do. But when I came into the "magic room" to get my pens and paper (I write most of my commentaries, articles, and notes by longhand first), I just couldn't begin to write. The one thing I love is already becoming bland and unimportant to me. As one Mindsayer friend pointed out to me, I haven't been getting any sleep. Maybe exhaustion is getting the best of me. But somehow, I couldn't think of anything but blogging. I need something all my own, and these entries are that. Something for me.

Edward has been phoning each day, asking me important questions that make me wide awake with life. I know you're busy, he says (though that's precisely why I want him to call me--I need him to break into my business) But I've thought of something. Write down how it feels have breath on your neck.
At this point, I usually have three children on my hands, diapers, bottles, string cheese, coloring books, soggy crayons, everything. But I smile anyway. It lets me know that something else is happening around me.

Harry and I decided for their birthday, that we'd get the boys two play trucks each (they love trucks). They each got different colors so that they can share (honestly, getting them to share isn't as hard as one would think.). Chris has a big blue one with a dump on the back of it, and a yellow one with a crane that swoops over the hood like a real tractor. Tuck got a green one, with a shovel in the front that can lift even the heaviest of blocks. He also got a black one with real, working, battery powered lights. I've never seen them so happy with such a limited number of gifts. We have a truck army, Tuck yelled throughout the house after he ripped open the paper. But the girls can't touch the army, Chris warned, or else they'll get hurt. I laughed. Can I touch it, Christopher? I asked. Of course, mum, he answered, as if I were incompetant. You're not just a girl.

I believed him right away. I'm not just a girl.

Different swaying things in front of me as I put my head into a pillow at night.
They shoot out colors and images, and in a fury I try to wrap them up with my hands.
Holding on tight.




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