There is no accounting for love. It strikes unexpectedly and doesn’t follow rules or conventions. During an IKEA outing several weeks ago, Number Two was getting fussy, what with the endless turns into rooms full of lamps, reasonably-priced kitchenware, and…
Every time I think Child Harbat might be not quite as extroverted as I observe, she does something that reinforces my beliefs. I’m used to being forced to be an audience member for tricks in the pool, shows in the…
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by this kind of thing any more. While the level of sophistication has changed the pure randomness and joy in the play has not. During naptime, Child Harbat decided that all her stuffies needed…
I’ve often written about my daughter’s extroverted nature. From her earliest days we could see her joy was in interaction with others, often exhausting my wife and I with her unquenchable thirst for talking, playing, and roughhousing when we really…
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