"Oh you shouldn't do that, you're teaching your kiddo that you're his playmate, not his mom." Unsolicited advice from a stranger when he heard I play legos with Keaton. I'm confused, though. Why can't I be both his playmate and his mom?
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I am totally smitten with my boy. Here we are ending 2010 and he's barely 2 years old and yet he is such a powerful force, such a vibrant creature, such a capable, curious, beautiful little dude ( Read more... )

Sleeplessness makes everything else harder ( Read more... )

Keaton's hands are healing. We've unbandaged the right hand, permanently. The left is still blistered but he let me wash it yesterday and doesn't scream as much when we change the bandage. Progress. Thank god for sesamestreet.org. Yeah, that's right, after he got burned I changed my anti-TV stance. Anything that gives him a little pleasure and ( Read more... )

I freaked on Friday, told the teacher I can't handle this, told the owner of the school "we're just not ready for school, we jumped the gun ( Read more... )

Life will never, ever be as sweet as it is right now. I know that. I'm afraid of that. Afraid of how great it is now and how now is so temporary. Our parents are young, healthy, active. We are young, full of potential, bright-eyed, even, excited. Keaton is blossoming. Our jobs are ones we love and they afford us our modest lifestyle without too ( Read more... )

We went to Target this morning for a 2nd round of [more powerful] antibiotics, since Keaton's congestion and ear infections have returned ( Read more... )

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( How to be me for the best Monday ever: )

My child is not like yours. My child does not sleep in the car. He does not like to sit quietly and play with his toys. He does not like to join us at the dinner table and finger-feed himself his finger-foods. He likes to explore. He likes to taste. He likes to run and pet the dogs and slide down the slide and feel the tree and see the birds and do ( Read more... )