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“Mom, are you going for a run?” Squish asks as he watches me wiggle my toes into my running shoes.

“Yep,” I answer.

“Mom, why are you going for a run?” he presses.

“So I can be a good mom,” I say.

“And you can be kind?”

“Yes. Exactly. So I can be kind.”

*****

“Is that a tower you’re building?” Micah asks.

“Yeah,” Squish says as he watches me stack blocks on top of each other.

“Is it one of the two towers?” Micah asks. We exchange a playful smile.

“Yeah,” Squish says again, hardly hearing the question.

“Is it Mordor or Isengard?” Micah asks, clearly for my benefit.

Squish doesn’t miss a beat: “Isengard.”

I can no longer balance the blocks and the tower falls.

“Oh, Isengard has crumbled! Wait does Isengard crumble? Probably not. But Mordor does?” Micah asks.

“Uh, I don’t remember. I think Mordor falls. Maybe?” I say.

Manchild has wandered over and looks puzzled. “Wait, what are you guys talking about?”

“Someday soon,” I tell him, “we’re going to start reading The Hobbit.”

The Hobbit? What’s a hobbit?” he asks.

“It’s a little person. Well, not really a person. But it looks like a person, only smaller,” Micah says.

“It’s a halfling,” I add.

“A hobbit looks like a person but it isn’t really human. They are smaller than humans and they have hairy feet,” Micah says.

“But where do they live?” Manchild asks.

“The Shire,” I say.

“Where is the Shire?”

“Middle Earth,” Micah and I answer together, and laugh.

Can’t wait for that to really happen . . . .

*****

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,” I sing as I dig through the laundry looking for the boys’ pajamas.

“Waaaaaahhhhhh,” the baby replies.

“Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbird,” I sing on.

“Waaahh! Waaahh! Waaah!” she cries. She’s off tune, and honestly, it’s not very good harmonizing on her part. But I don’t tell her that.

“If that mockingbird won’t sing, Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.”

“Waaahh!” she stops, gasps, then “Waaaahhh!” again. Not the best place to take a breath, but she’s young and her lungs are small, so I give her a break.

“If that diamond ring turns brass, Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass.”

She seems to have given up harmonizing or doing the back-up vocals or whatever she had in mind, at least for a moment.

“If that looking glass gets broke, Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goat.”

“Waaahhh! Waaaahhh! Eeee!” she squeaks. It crosses my mind that maybe she is registering her dislike/embarrassment of my singing skills. But I’ve found the pajamas, so there’s no reason to let her just lie there and mock me.

I scoop her up and she calms down.

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  1. oh man, I love the LOTR jokes. Andy and I make them sometimes, and are the only ones laughing because Pete obciously hasn’t read the books or seen the movies. One day, soon for the books I hope. In the mean time, we will continue the inside jokes that we find so clever:)

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    lizzie Reply:

    It is so fun to be able to speak in code like that . . . but I definitely look forward to being able to share with the kids and have everyone in on it. I think your boys would have made excellent hobbit children in the movies, just for the record. Their hair is perfect for it.

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