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Yesterday, I popped over to our neighborhood high school to finish the registration process for Sam. As I parked, I realized how different it felt to do it for the third time. When I registered Aidan, I literally felt nauseated as I walked to the building, noting boys with beards and F-bombs flying. How would […]
I gave Ollie a fork yesterday at lunch just to see what he’d do with it. He picked it up and stabbed a grilled cheese sandwich cube. He steered the fork to his mouth, plucked the cheesy buttery crunchy morsel off the tines, and chewed. He went from baby to Grand Duke of Kraft Singles […]
Sharp scissors, meet tender cornsilk hair. It’s inevitable, this side of Samson. First haircuts happen, even those we try to stave off with the mighty will of a wistful mom inhaling the scent of a baby’s freshly-washed whirls and curls.
Out of our seven boys, Ollie had the most hair by toddlertime. A bar […]
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