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Kindness is cool
I miss this guy today. Although, I’m too tired to possibly run after him if we were home. That’s how it is though, right? You can’t wait to put them to bed and have some alone time, but the minute you put them to bed for some alone time, you miss the crap out of…
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Cuddles
Curled into me last night, I lay down with Jack to help him to sleep. He doesn’t go down easy. He needs contact and cuddles and I’m sure we are doing something wrong in some expert’s mind about getting our boy to eventually sleep by himself, but when we’re all tired and he goes down…
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Firsts
God, I haven’t written! Instead, I’ll just post a bunch of pictures =) We’ve had Pat’s 32 birthday for which I commissioned a friend/coworker of mine to do a portrait of Jack. I think she nailed it. He will forever be daydreaming and watching the leaves. We also took our first road trip to LA…
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Beautiful Boy
Where did he come from?! Sometimes I look at him and see a little boy, the person he will be. His face seems so old in certain light. I mostly see it when he’s sleeping in my arms, when it’s 3am and delirium has cloaked everything. Maybe it’s not so much delirium as it is…
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Take a walk
There’s so much promise. I bought these shoes on a whim. I mean, look at them?! I asked a friend “are these too girly for a boy?” Obviously, if they are, it didn’t matter. I bought them. I mean, look at them?! They are huge. They are walking shoes. They are an idea, a twinkle…
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How blue is his blue?
What does it mean when you dream about dolphins? Actually, I don’t know what it was – a seal/porpoise creature whose fin poked through gray water. He was friendly enough. I stood on a balcony looking over a venetian marina. Jack was around somewhere, in my arms perhaps, in reality sleeping fitfully next to me…
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Our week after our week
Jack’s cold turned into RSV and all the horrible things that ensue because of it: fever, labored breathing, loss of appetite. Thursday night, he was breathing so fast and so hard and we could see his ribs. You still wouldn’t have known he was sick, he was rolling around on the floor, squealing, laughing. This…
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Our week
I had Monday off, one of those rare newspaper holidays. I’m surprised we still get holidays. Wasn’t the LA Times going to reduce those pesky things? Who needs them?! Jack and I went to the park and met up with an old co-worker and a mutual friend who both have kids. Jack was the littlest…
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4 months old (well last week)
Happy 4 months, Love Bug! (last week) Let’s see, he’s been sick for about a month, is the best-dressed at daycare (also the happiest), he gets stuck mid-roll and gets mad, has found his outside voice (neighbors agree) and loves to sleep smushed into our armpits.