Flashback
Nathan, right after he turned a year old, playing with his spoon. It makes me sad that he will never be 12 months old again! (Wait. Is that whining I hear coming from my own mouth? Why yes, IT IS!)
Play-yard catastrophe
Well. Guess what Paul and I did this morning? No, we didn’t immerse ourselves in glittering rays of sunshine. Or win any money in the lottery. No, it was nothing fancy or even fun. That’s right. It wasn’t even REMOTELY FUN. Well, what on earth could we possibly have done this morning? I’ll tell you. …
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Grossness
I don’t think Nathan chews his peas when he eats them; he must be swallowing them whole. At least, that’s what his dirty diapers are telling me. It is not a lovely sight at all. Not one bit. It’s it’s not just whole, unchewed peas that I’m finding. There is also corn. Whole kernels of …
Try not to laugh. Just try.
Today, I was crawling around Nathan’s room, cleaning up his toys. One of his toys was in between his toy-box and crib, so I was reaching for it when all of sudden, Nathan toddles up behind me and SMACKS MY BUTT. Then he laughed and toddled away. I was shocked. So much so that I …
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For the love of books
In Nathan’s room, we keep the bookshelf sequestered behind a Rubbermaid tub and Paul’s great-great-grandmother’s rocking chair so that Nathan doesn’t try to climb the bookshelf or inadvertently pull it down on top of himself. We place the rocking chair in front of the bookshelf and tie a string from the doorknob to the handle …
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