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I don't really know why I love this picture. I think maybe just because I love how quirky it is. How expressive your little face is, Liam, especially as you get more and more yourself every day. You are less a baby and more a boy every day. A part of that is sad, yes. But it's also awesome, because we get to know you better all the time....
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This Christmas could fairly be described as "The Year of the Legos." That and Calico Critters. These post-Christmas days are sort of a Lego festival around here, with Daddy home from work and just as eager as you are to build these creations. Not only that, but he usually does it with a baby on his lap. Do you know how lucky you are to have h...
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You seem a touch skeptical about this sparkly accessory that Saoirse added to your outfit on the way to the mall for some last minute Christmas shopping. Four kids on an errand to the mall on December 22...what could go wrong? Actually, nothing major. Gifts for Grandpa, Daddy, and Daddy's office employees bought. Only minor chaos, no meltdowns. We survived. Some days you just have to savor the triumphs you do achieve....
Letters to Our Children: December 2014
This is the twelfth in a 12 month series of letters written to my children.
Dear Saoirse, Rowan, Fiona, and Liam,
A few weeks ago Saoirse told us all at dinner that they were talking about family traditions in her social studies class, as part of a unit on community. She told us about some of her friends traditions that they had shared, and then asked, "What are our traditions? I want us to have traditions." Although we named...
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Although you are always willing to be in front of my camera, I find it hard to photograph you. Getting you to look like yourself is the hard part, you want so much to make me happy that the results are often stiff. A side of you, yes, but not what I'm trying to capture. It's a metaphor, of course, for so much. You are the only one of my kids that I worry will make it to adulthood and struggle with knowing what YOU want, and...
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Reading a book about attachment theory the other day, I came across this way of describing what happens in a good mother-child dyad: "The child learns that they are a cause for delight..." The author was talking about our parents' delight in us, teaching us that our fundamental nature is lovable. But I couldn't help but think that in our family siblings also teach this. You have so many to delight in you, Liam, our littlest...
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I spent longer than you would believe trying to catch this photo of you, and this was the closest to focused I could get. You careen through this place these days, often pushing this shopping cart at a run, and this photo is pretty accurate, really. You are funny, and a bit of a show-off, and I love it....
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We go to the library for story hour most weeks. To be honest, baby boy, this is kind of new to me. Your sisters sat through the stories at your age. You almost never do. Fiona ends up listening with the other kids her age, while we walk around and I put things away after you tear them off the shelves. Almost as soon as the stories end, I throw in the towel and leave, trying to get you home before you fall asleep so you can take...
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This was a hard day. It was time for your 15 month checkup. You were behind on shots, because you were sick right after turning one. First a stomach bug, then a bad cough that needed steroids. So you got 5 shots today, and they poked your finger twice to test your iron levels. Within a few hours you had a pretty miserable fever. My poor baby. And poor Mama, to be honest, because you were just getting into a good rhythm with...
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Your haircut. I admit, I miss your longer hair. You were so sure, though, that you wanted it short. And I want you to be able to choose for yourself. But it wasn't long before you decided that actually you needed to grow it back out. So you're getting your first taste of the torture that is growing out hair. It's messy, and all over the place. The one bright spot was Halloween, when it just happened to be completely perfect...
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Getting your diaper changed, or your clothes, is the worst kind of torture to you. No matter how much we try to make it fun, you are just not having it. Toys handed to you to try to distract you will be flung. And the screaming...all we can do is try to make it quick. Which would, frankly, be easier if you would stop fighting. Something to think abo...