The Youngest

These are stories about youngest girl, aka The Rascal.

She’s a blast!

Quite literally.

You know when she’s around. She’s got a foghorn inside that screeches like fingernails on a chalkboard when upset. And she has a smile and facial expressions that’ll make you melt and say, “Awww, isn’t she so adorable.” She’ll respond, “Come on!” and pull you off to play. “Sit down!” Forget the coffee you just made, you’re building a castle and a train and putting on costumes with the rascal.

My Little Runner

by Charles Newbery

Posted in: The Youngest

"Shall we run? Here, first hold my shoes."

I once won a two-mile race – and then spat up blood.

That was in university.

My competitors congratulated me and said, “You were fast.”

And then they said, “Can we help you?”

They walked with me to the changing room, all 10 or so of them.

It wasn’t a formidable contest. But I won and survived. And kept running and went on to run the L.A. Marathon. But as my easy days of single living turned to that of the breadwinner for a growing family now of five, my running days became less frequent and then were replaced with running after the children. [click to continue reading…]

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The Inseparables

by Charles Newbery

Posted in: The Youngest

"Nobody is going to catch me now!"

My three children love to play tag. They call it “pica.” That’s what all the kids call it in Spanish here in Argentina, where we live.

It’s a favorite game.

Sometimes it starts a day of play. And at times it’s the fall-game. It’s what the kids and their friends turn to when other games have been exhausted.

But they play with relish. [click to continue reading…]

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Why Wait for Santa?

by Charles Newbery

Posted in: The Youngest

"Yeah, man. I hear you. There aren't many of us real snowmen left. Everybody's going store-bought these days."

MY YOUNGEST DAUGHTER wants a Zu Zu Pet, and she’s making it known to us parents with a steady repetition of “I want a ZuZu Pet” as we clean up after lunch.

My wife interrupts her with a grand idea: “Why don’t you ask Santa Claus?”

The three-year-old stops her chanting, turns and stares at her blankly before announcing her grand idea: “We can go to the supermarket and buy one right now.” [click to continue reading…]

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The Night Owl

I HAVE HAD a lot of work these past weeks, so much that I have had to work nights, returning to the computer after dinner and getting the three kids to bed. Except one. The youngest is a night owl. She lights up at night and goes into fifth gear, playing and racing around the [...]

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A Spot of Bother

NOW I KNOW what it means to be driven to drink. Pour me a large gin and tonic, with a tequila shot to start and to follow. NOW! Or I could switch to decaf. Or water. No matter, my rage is now starting to subside, my nerves to calm and my sanity to return. What [...]

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Table for Two

MY WIFE TOOK the two eldest kids out to the movies, leaving me with the rascal. That’s the youngest. She’s two. She’s cute. And she’s cheeky. Smile at her and she’ll smile back broadly and then stick her tongue out at you. A Pippi Longstocking in the making, unconventional and assertive. A right pain in [...]

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Trigonometry

MY YOUNGEST IS excelling at math. She’s nearly two and she’s got it figured out that the fun stuff comes after 1, 2, 3. She likes to play 4, 5, 6. That’s when I toss her high into the air after counting 1, 2, 3. “Whee…” I catch her. She smiles and laughs and says, [...]

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