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In honor of the Champions League final today your dad made sure you sported your spirit in style.  Never mind that this outfit is meant for you when you are four years old.  Never mind that you hung out with Linsey and I on the terrace at our house while your dad went to the Gardeens house to watch the game.           You just discovered what fun the firewood cubby hole can be!     And in case I forget to document it elsewhere, at the beginning of thi...

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On a recent Sunday afternoon we went from shine to rain as we strolled up the hill from church.  What better time to introduce our little son to playing in the rain than now?  He loved kicking the soccer ball through the rain and splashing around.  Mostly, though, he was oblivious to the rain drops on his head as he played.  With whatever he is doing he is an intense little guy, and that leaves no room to notice the drool on his chin, the oatmeal in his hair or the fact that ...

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When I start my day, my dad gives me my bottle and my bath.  After my bath he carefully combs my hair down nicely around my face like this:         But it doesn't really matter because within three hours my hair looks like this, regardless of how hard he worked earlier:     2 comments...

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Never leave the toilet seat up.         Already cool enough to walk the halls of high school     5 comments...

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Cane-boy,   We celebrated your first birthday, we took lots of pictures, but then I never remembered to write down any of your daily milestones.  Now you are one year + 3 weeks old.   Nobody warned me that turning one is significant in more ways than one.  It's like the day you turned one you learned how to throw a tantrum.  By this week you throw probably 5 a day.  Nobody taught you how to throw a fit, yet you successfully, innately have learned that if you don't g...

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                (I included this last one just because I love how his hair has the exact same cowlick in the back as his daddy's.) Add new comment...

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On your actual birthday we were moved into our new house.  We thought you deserved a celebration on the actual day so you got a leftover cupcake while we ate our dinner.  By now you knew what cake was and you quickly slurped the whipped cream frosting from your fingers and turned the cake into a million crumbly bits ... some of which went into your mouth.     (The older you get, the more you become just YOU and I no longer see your dad in those eyes or in that head shape or m...

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We celebrated your first birthday two days early on a sunny Saturday.  We had 38 adults, kids and babies running around the backyard.  I loved that people who have just recently come into your life were 100% excited to celebrate with you.  You were passed around from person to person, so much that we barely saw you during your party!  You loved just running in between all the kids and balls and other games going on.     When it came time for cake and singing, the ca...

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You know how there's Manic Monday?  Well, what most people don't know is that it's often preceded by Mullet Sunday:         Hey you!  Quit laughing at me.  Take it easy.  I just got up from a hard, hard nap and now my parents are trying to shove oatmeal down my gullet.       You're still laughing?  Yeah, well, some people just don't know how to appreciate Elvis sideburns for what they are: awesome.       I mean seriously,...

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Uh oh.  You've learned how to pull knobs and open cabinets and drawers.  We let you play in this cabinet, even though we should probably discourage you from playing in any cabinet, because everything in it is plastic.  But boy do you get in trouble when you start trying to pull glass pans out of the next cabinet!         2 comments...

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