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Birthday Letter

Dear James:

I know that after this much time, I shouldn’t be surprised, but as always I can’t believe how quickly you’ve grown from this delicate creature…..


to  this gangly, sensitive, creative, sassy, stubborn, hates to have your picture taken young man.  Seriously the sass doesn’t stop, I have no idea what side of the family that comes from.


It has been a rough year, you’ve watched your Mom and Dad’s marriage disintegrate.  You’ve moved twice in one year and changed schools.  You’ve had to adjust to spending time with your parents in separate homes. We had to surrender your favorite dog Titan after he bit you.*  But you’ve flourished too.  You have kept in touch with your old friends, and made new ones.  The boys spending the night to celebrate your birthday are a wonderful eclectic mix of kids.  Though I’m wondering how fantastic I’ll be thinking they are after hosting 6 of you in a two-bedroom apartment for a night.

You’ve s had a tough time with forgiveness recently; learning the hard way that sometimes even best friends can hurt each other.  Harder still, sometimes friends don’t realize that they’ve been hurtful and don’t apologize because they don’t realize what they’ve done.  I can’t blame you for struggling with this after everything you’ve been through.  But friends make mistakes and if you can move past that and forgive each other, you’ll be better friends down the road..

I read this recently and if you can grow up to believe these words to be true (for friends, loves of the very distant future, family) with every fiber of your being, I’d be a fairly content Mom….oh and grandbabies, those would be nice.  But no pressure!  You’ve got enough on your plate getting through 3rd grade.

Courtesy of Scary Mommy

This is all I care about:
Are you kind? I care that you are kind.
Do you mean well even when things don’t always work out? I care about that.
I care that you love, that you are friendly to little kids and servers in restaurants.
I need you to be nice to animals, even if they are ugly and whether or not you choose to eat them. (even if they bite you)
I care that you don’t hurt with your hands or your words.
I care that when you mess up, you admit it and that you can apologize sincerely, because of course, everyone makes a poor choice once in a while. We slip sometimes. The ability to recognize our wrongs and learn from them is more important than being perfect.
Your politics don’t matter to me. Your religion is insignificant, but I care that your words and actions aren’t based in hate.
I care that you can tolerate people who are different. I care about empathy and compassion.
I care that in the midst of the noise and clutter of our messy lives, that in the tiny moments we find to connect there is meaning, there are smiles even through tears, that we part feeling just a little bit stronger, a little more hopeful.
That we are better off because of our friendship, that we are not alone – nothing else matters.

Happy 9th Birthday James P. Davis

With Love


PS- I will never stop kissing and hugging you in public….ever.

*James is fine, but that was the last straw.

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Posted by on October 2, 2014 in Ramblings


Ho ho ho Merry Christmas

The Davis family toasting the holiday season with a little beer. Organic, custom brewed root beer that is.

To all our friends and family, merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

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Posted by on December 23, 2012 in Ramblings


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I don’t know what it is with WordPress and pictures.  The preview looks fine, then when I go to post, nadda.  Here’s the post hopefully with a picture.

Nothing says misery quite like a child running a fever. 


If you’d asked me yesterday that James would be like this today, I’d have thought it funny because he was doing great.  Maybe a little too great.  Last night we attended our elementary school’s annual display of art projects (The Art Walk).  There were lots of activities, a recital by the third grade, and lots of kid art, and ice cream. We’d been hearing about the Art Walk for weeks; James was more excited about the Walk than the upcoming trip to the zoo.

Last night he flitted from exhibit to exhibit like a humming-bird, breathlessly pointing out his own creations and  those of his friends.  When he tired of art, he moved on to the craft stations, and then raced his friends in the courtyard.  He hopped, and danced and wiggled with enviable energy, he was so happy! 

But by the time we got into the car, James was losing steam.  He was upset because he was hungry and the car was not taking us to dinner nearly fast enough to satisfy his aching tummy.  The sniveling escalated into a nuclear tantrum the likes of which we’ve not seen since he was a baby.  There were hysterical  floods of tears, hyperventilation, and oh the flailing of limbs.  It went on and on and on…..and on!   

We should have known that something was brewing, because hysterics haven’t been a part of his DNA for a very long time.  When he crawled into bed with us this morning, he was shivering but so hot that I instantly started sweating.  His temp was at 103 and he slept restlessly from about 4:00 to 6:30am. 

James is feeling so crummy that he actually turned off Skylanders without any encouragement, which never happens unless under severest threat of penalties.  He stayed awake long enough to slump slowly to his side and burrow deeper under the covers.  He’s now napping, again an activity that has been limited to the adult members of this household for quite a while.  Every now and then I can hear him shift and make an unhappy noise in his sleep.  I hope he feels better soon, poor guy.

Critter Cam Update 

No critter sitings to report unless you include humans.  We have lots of pictures of us coming and going, many of them are close-ups of my chest as I lean in to pull the SD card out of the camera – Tim loves those.  So far we’ve only successfully taken one photo in the dead of night, and it has to be of a moth fluttering into the lens, or a tiny alien.  An alien would be far more exciting.

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Posted by on May 23, 2012 in Doin', Ramblings


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Bears !?!?!?! Part Deux

The motion capture camera took fantastic pictures of… testing it.  Nothing tripped the sensor last night despite the beckoning can partially filed with mac-n-cheese, old hamburger buns and other tasty, smelly leftovers.

At least we didn’t capture a hoard of ravenous raccoons, the concept of which is making me far more twitchy than that of a bear.  Maybe it is the dexterous little finger/paws, or the way the raccoons have stared me so calmly down as if thinking “Me scared of you?  Oh honey, I scare bears.  Now kindly move the small feline so me and the brood can eat”

Maybe tonight will solve the mystery of who has been messing with our garbage.


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Posted by on May 19, 2012 in Ramblings


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Mother’s Day


I hope that everyone out there who cares for others, new moms, experienced moms, grandmothers, parents of fuzzy four-pawed babies, had a wonderful day yesterday. I did and thanks to Tim and James for making it special.

Coffee during Mother’s Day breakfast with my boys.


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Posted by on May 14, 2012 in Ramblings


Random Tuesday

James has been saying some great things recently and most of it when we visited our friends Gregg and Ralph a few weekends back.  What happens in Canada only stays in Canada if you are 21 or older.

1. While waiting for DVD previews to end, he asked repeatedly when “Loosefoot” was going to start. Note: the Footloose re-boot isn’t nearly as good as the original. nobody can hold a candle to Kevin Bacon’s take on small-town teen angst.

2. We celebrated Gregg’s birthday with family. The gathering was quite large, so James and Gregg’s nephew wound up at ‘the kids’ table. James came down with a serious case of hero-worship. They had quite a long discussion on many topics like addition and subtraction, the ABCs, and the value of practice and homework. James asked Scott, a sophomore in college majoring in bio-nanotechnology and physics, to ask his mother to work with me on setting up a play date. James still reminds me occasionally about this.

3. Scott and James also discussed pets. Scott asked James if we had a dog. James answered, “yes but he died.” Scott said that was sad and asked what happened, James answered, “my parents burned him.” Scott was rather surprised, and while trying to come up with a response, James matter-of-factly assured him that “we had the ashes somewhere.”

James tells us and other people crazy things with the quiet confidence that comes from being an imaginative six-year-old.  But,  he’s also getting so grown up. He’s on the cusp of being able to read, and is doing basic addition and subtraction.  He thinks Lady Gaga is wonderful and sings the hook from “Born this Way” in the car. He’s still afraid of the dark, and frequently climbs into bed with us at night, but he is within 2 feet of being as tall as I am.


Posted by on April 17, 2012 in Kid Speak, Ramblings


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Christmas Cheer

Of course I’m sick right before Christmas, so rather than writing, you get pictures.


 Ooh sparkles!

 Dog with a beehive and a purse. What more could a girl want on her tree?

 Pretty bubbles!

 Wait! What?  What is this?!  At least it looks happy.

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Posted by on December 20, 2011 in Ramblings

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