271 + 173 + 40 weeks
Now that he’s such a big kid–with six teeth and the appetite of a bear–his sisters are teaching him to be gentle with babies smaller than himself.
He’s far more liberal with saying “dada” than “mama” but so far he saves his open-mouthed baby kisses for only me. I’ll take it.
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Behold: my presechooler in her natural habitat.
Mostly naked, a smear of something on her face (toothpaste this time), and surrounded by pink ruffles. Oh, this child. What am I going to do with this tender, hilarious, dramatic, stubborn-as-a-mule child of mine?
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