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No Need for a Baby Book Anymore, Anyway. She’s Five

My friend Molly mentioned to me in a text today something about keeping a baby book, whereupon I blushed, swallowed hard, and was really, really glad she couldn’t see my expression. Baby book? Do a lot of you guys keep baby books for your children? No, wait. Don’t tell me if you do. You know the guilt a lot of women get when they spend too much time on Pinterest (“Oh no, I don’t keep color-coordinated drawer dividers for my daughter’s hand-stamped polka-dotted monogrammed socks! I have FAILED as a HUMAN!”)? That’s how I feel when people mention baby books. Why do you think I started a blog? It’s all of the memories with none of the guilt. Our Saoirse turned five this weekend. I look at Cian, propped up beside me now, cooing away each time we make eye contact (which is a lot. He’s cuter than most puppies), and remember very clearly when she was that small, smiling and cooing, breaking out into a four-limbed stationary dance whenever we talked to her. She was the center of our…

A Conversation, Bedtime 2

Saoirse was all tucked into bed, the room dark and quiet.  She’d asked me to come back in for another hug. “Mom, I try not to misbehave.” “I know, sweetie.  I can see that you’re trying.  It’s hard.” “I try to stop, but I can’t.  How do I stop, Mom?” She was holding my hands with both of hers. “Well, honey, I think maybe sometimes you should try to just take a deep breath and be still for a moment.  That might help you calm down.” “It’s hard.  I don’t want to misbehave…I know.  When I do, I should have a glass of milk, or water.  That will help me.” “Okay, that sounds good.  Should we do that, then?  Next time, stop to get a glass of milk?” “No.  I won’t misbehave anymore.” She kissed me, the dropped my hands to roll over, pulling her covers up to her chin, cuddling Blanket. “Mom?  I love you.&#8221…