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With all due respect to Jim Carrey, I’ve got a better one.
E is turning two in June and he looks every bit the part. Far gone are the days of the goofy little smiles, rattle distractions and innocent cries that beg for food or comfort. They have been replaced by full belly laughs, Sesame Street videos and demands requests that are getting clearer by the day. Continue reading ““Unleash the Tantrum!””
I assume many people (especially those without children) think that a quiet and content child is a good thing. Quiet means the child is sleeping, reading a book or perhaps playing with a quiet, likely educational toy.
Think again.
As parents of a very active almost 16 month old we learned oh-so-quickly that a quiet child is not a good thing. A very quiet child is a very bad thing. If you find yourself saying, “It’s really quiet. Where’s E?” then you’ve already lost.
A quiet child only means one thing: trouble. Continue reading “A Quiet Baby”
“He looks so serious,” my wife said.
I answered, “That’s because he knows he’s in trouble.”
E was sitting three feet away and looking back at me expectantly. T had just spoken very sternly to E and he was looking to me for support. E doesn’t get yelled at often1 but if either of us raise our voices, it’s probably because E has climbed into his toy box or onto the recliner or, as he did a couple of nights ago, onto the ottoman where he sits and moves it back and forth like a teeter-totter. And, while this instance had nothing to do with his safety, a lesson still needed to be taught. Continue reading “Testing the Limits”
