Scene: yesterday, early evening, at a store, picking up a few groceries with Little A. He was cheerful but kind of hyper, and kept running off to look at things or do things. While I was at the checkout, he ran back to the magazine racks for a moment, then dashed back and told me […]
Mind the dust, glowing green clouds, and that thing with the tentacles that keeps trying to reach out of the sink... This blog is very new and still considerably under construction. I'll be working on the theme, and entering posts from my massive backlog of LJ/FB posts on this topic, over the weeks/months to come.
What does “Muime” mean?
You will notice in these posts that Little A calls me "muime". That's a word from Old Irish, originally meaning foster mother, and later stepmother, godmother, nurse or anyone else in a motherly role who is not your biological mother. It's what my now ex-wife and I decided our kids should call me to avoid the confusion of calling us both mom. It's pronounced "mwee-va", more or less.
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