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Bring on Spring

I know I'm getting ahead of myself by thinking of Spring, but Grace, Elijah, Crystal and I went to Boston Common today (~50 degrees) and had a great time. These pictures should give you an idea.

Cannot wait until I can let them run wild at the park, the beach, etc.

Going to Sleep

I have now put Elijah and Grace down for naps or their evening sleep at least 950 times  (probably closer to  1100). Sometimes they go down gently, sometimes not, and when they don't, I still struggle hearing them cry. I suppose that I generally handle it better than, say, 900 times ago, but there are still times when I can barely stand it.

Burst Bubble

Washing dishes yesterday, and Grace toddled up to me and gave my left leg a big hug. I was filled with warmth, love, and pride: My daughter was giving an unsolicited, impromptu hug to her Dad.

However, she then turned around and hugged the kitchen counter. Oh, well.

Are You Getting Enough?

Dear Grace and Elijah-

You’re almost at fourteen months now, and I have some questions, dears.

Please be honest in your answers, and confirm all my worst fears.

Are you getting enough sleep, stimulation, beta-carotene?

Lessons in life and language; legumes/lentil beans?

Calcium, climbing, crayons, comfort, cleaning, care?

Art, attention, the alphabet, properly filtered air?

Are my neuroses rubbing off on you? Guaranteeing you future angst?

Will your future treating therapists be forever giving me thanks?

Vegetables, minerals, milk, carrots, peas:

They are my obsession: Eat them for me, please.

Are you getting enough playtime, downtime, learning time, fun?

Are your grains whole enough, is your chicken properly done?

Tell me that you’re happy; your growth is properly paced,

That your palate is properly challenged; you’re developing a healthy sense of taste.

Is there enough cash in your College savings account? Heat in your room?

Did I ruin your entire sleep last night, by putting you down too soon?

These are my obsessions. They’ll go away, one-by-one,

To be replaced by nagging new fears, sure to be twice the fun.