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Three Years: Happy Birthday, Henry!
Dearest Henry,
I can’t believe how much you’ve changed in one short year. At the start of last year, you had just spoken your first sentence: “Hoss loves peanut butter.” Now you get into lengthy and compelling debates with us that usually start with, “Well, actually…”
You are the most amazing little independent creature. You generate ideas (“How about if we put healthy candy in my birthday piñata? or “Can we do research to see if I’m ready for a pedal bike?). You write your own jokes (“Poop on the floor!”). You dance. You cook eggs. You run. You build lots and lots and lots of “airplanes” with all of … Read More
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Eight Months: Happy Birthday, Tate!
Oh, Tater, what another great month with you! You continue to be so sweet. You chuckle at all of Henry’s poop jokes. You are so alert and always watching what all of us are doing.This month you learned how to crawl on all fours. You get anywhere and everywhere–fast!And you continue to love eating. You are very opinionated about not wanting rice cereal and instead wanting whatever we’re eating. You’re convincing, too. This month you’ve tried and enjoyed miso soup, Lebanese soup, and rice and beans.And you’re getting teeth left and right! I took you to the doctor because I thought an ear infection was making you… Read More -
Meat for a Vegetarian
My and I are both vegetarians and have been for more than a decade now (we were vegetarians before meeting each other).But our son loves meat. He says, “Lions eat meat, and I eat meat.”I very much subscribe to this poem about how our children come through us but not from us. He is his own person. Although we regulate things about his life according to our values and not necessary his preferences (i.e., virtually no screen time until he’s older), there are other times when we honor what he wants and who he is, even if it’s not what we wish he wanted.Like meat. Oh how… Read More
