Snapshots of Life

Armful

Isaac is in a morning melancholy, in part because we all have various viruses that make us sluggish and grumpy. When Isaac is melancholy, he holds his little stuffed lamb close, and rubs its soft paw on his face. “Isaac,” I ask him, “will you please hold Lamby by his belly instead of his arm?” …

Imp

The thing about children is that each of them finds a new way to make trouble. Think you’ve got the forbidden snacking under control by virtue of putting all the food up high? Well guess what — the next toddler doesn’t care for snacking, he likes getting all the shoes out of your closet and …

Christmas Eve

The tree is finally decorated, after we pulled off every strand of light and replaced them all with new strands. This involved surprisingly little cursing. The stockings, meanwhile, are hung by the chimney with care. The Christmas ham has been purchased, along with all the other goodies we’ll snack on throughout the day tomorrow, and …

Another reader

I’m changing Isaiah’s diaper. “Baby?” he asks. You might think he’s referring to himself, but when Isaiah says “Baby,” he’s referring to “Baby Beluga.” So I start to sing. “Ba-by Beluga in the deep blue sea. . .” “No no no no no no.” Now I’m confused. “You want ‘Baby Beluga’?” Isaiah nods. “Baby bebulabadabadoba.” This …

Smarty Pants

I’m painting in my new writer’s haven (read: small corner office in our barn). Isaac is standing right beside me, which is apparently his favorite place. “Careful Dad, that’s a wasp.” “It’s a spider, Isaac.” “No it isn’t. It’s a little wasp.” “It’s a spider.” “Nope.” “Son, I’ve been alive for 40 years now, and …

Tooth fairy

William Isaac Woodlief: “Where is the tooth fairy’s house? I want to go there.” I don’t believe he’s thought that out. I mean, what does she do with all those teeth? And how does she earn all these coins she hands out? And what kind of person goes creeping into children’s bedrooms? I’m just saying.