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Toddlers

Abraham busted his lip for the first time. He’s had skinned knees and assorted bruises, but today there was blood (only a little) and tears (many). He only runs from place to place, which means that busted lips are bound to happen. I keep thinking about writing a post like “How to Fly with a … Continue reading

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12

Abraham is 12 months old. Until tomorrow. Here are 12 things I don’t want to forget about him (inspired by Sandra Boynton’s Little Pookie) He wakes with a smile. Immediately, he wants to look out the window, play with the alarm clock and cordless phone, and, if I’m lucky, snuggle. He likes to feed himself. … Continue reading