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November 15, 2017

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“My friend said, ‘I have one word for you: Bluebirds.’”  

Tom was telling me how he and Petra had found their occasional night nanny, who cost $420 a night ($35 x 12 minimum hours per shift) - crazy pricey, but incredibly helpful when running on three hours of new-twins-sleep each night, week after week.  

Bluebirds is a nanny agency specializing in infant twins.  The nanny was an unruffled blonde matron with a billion years of experience.  As she chatted with me the first night I met her, she held the twins tucked under her arms like footballs.  They seemed cozy, and slept like warm little rocks.




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For dinner, I cooked buckwheat noodles to pair with spinach and broth.  Chupa found the noodles in the sink and began eating them out of the colander.

“Mmmm,” he said.

“Do you like them?”

“Mmmm, warm rubber bands,” he replied. 

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Game

November 17, 2017

“Want to play a game?” Mom would ask.

The game turned out to be us pinching and pulling the skin on the tops of our hands in a perpetual dog pile of claw hands.  She’d pull/pinch the skin on the top of my right hand with her right hand.  While she held the pinch, I put my left hand over her right hand to pinch her skin and hold it while she put her left hand over my left hand and pinched hard.  I’d take my right hand from the bottom, and put it over her left hand to pinch, and so on.  This game never lasted long, as Mom, smiling, would speed up the process until we ended with a big collapsed hand pile.

This game was NOT FUN!  It was painful.  Mom enjoyed it, though.  She probably had some nostalgic attachment to it.