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March 2011

The Beauty of Big Families

"Mommy, I want a baby sister," six year old Dorothy said to me just the other day.
Our house is crowded.  Dorothy not only shares a room with two sisters, but also sometimes a chair with one at the dinner table.  When my adult kids come home, they battle for dibs on the couches.  Ben lives in the little guest house on our property.  We are at capacity.  Yet Dorothy wants to increase our population.Why?
Being the youngest of eight, I know why.

The Barney Fife Approach

Can we talk about smart-aleck kids? 
"I cannot believe the way some of my friends talk to their mothers," my own kids will tell me from time to time.
"They wouldn't live at home if they talked to me that way," I say.
"They wouldn't bealiveif they talked to you that way," one of them replied not too long ago with a laugh.
Without apology, I don't put up with sass. And I have my own mother to thank for it. Despite my sisters' insistence that Baby (that's me)  never got in trouble, I can remember my mother coming at me with a spanking and a few choice words.

Silas' Day

The third Thursday of every month is the Hearts at Home Blog Hop (   Founder Jill Savage provides a topic and invites mom bloggers to guest blog. When I saw the topic for this month was "No More Perfect Kids" (the title of her latest book), I immediately knew I must revisit this post about Silas' Day.  
An email came into my in box with the subject line "Silas' Day."  Three year old Silas, it seemed,  instigated a food fight in the cafeteria and had been too rough with some of  his classmates.

Aunt Agnes

Mom Dot tells me that she is named Dorothy Alice after her aunt, Agnes Alice. 
When Aunt Agnes lost her husband, she went to live with her sister.  But no matter how her sister tried to please her, the story goes, she was not happy.  "Agnes refuses to be content," she told Mom Dot one day many years ago when they saw one another at a family funeral.
Much like Cousin Fernie, Agnes has become an icon in our family. "Agnes refuses to be content" is a family motto of sorts.

Top Ten Things About Norwich

Ben (a.k.a Elvis) was in the Norwich High School talent show last night, along with many other talented students.  I think the whole town showed up.
I left right after his beat boxing act- it was 9:00 P.M. and Silas and Dorothy had to get to bed.  But as I braved the bitter cold to go home, I got to thinking about this little town.  I have mentioned it is miles from anywhere: the mall, the interstate, an airport, a major city. But Norwich holds its own. 
Here are my top ten things about Norwich.
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