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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I kick people
Recently John kicked me in the shin, for no apparent reason. "No, John, no kicking mama. No kicking anyone -- we don't kick people."
A day or two later, John was frustrated about something and started kicking the air near my legs. Again: "No, John, we don't kick people. We kick balls. We don't kick people."
John, in a sweet voice: "I kick people."
Later, in his booster seat: "Kick. Kick. I kick people."
Something about having your own children -- I find all of this unbelievably cute. (But no more classic yet violent Mickey Mouse cartoons for John.)
A day or two later, John was frustrated about something and started kicking the air near my legs. Again: "No, John, we don't kick people. We kick balls. We don't kick people."
John, in a sweet voice: "I kick people."
Later, in his booster seat: "Kick. Kick. I kick people."
Something about having your own children -- I find all of this unbelievably cute. (But no more classic yet violent Mickey Mouse cartoons for John.)
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Thank You
We have the same routine every night when we put John to bed. We wind up "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," but sing "We love John, yes, we love John." Then I pray for him and then, as we walk out, we tell John we love him.
Tonight, as I walked out, I said, "Good night, John, I love you." For the first time, John said, "Thank you!"
Tonight, as I walked out, I said, "Good night, John, I love you." For the first time, John said, "Thank you!"
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