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And Away We Go

Welcome to Milestone Alley, occupation: five. Where shall we begin? On Friday, I got word from my agent that after approximately two years, ten months, and one day (not that I was counting), I don’t have to revise my novel anymore. Just like that, it’s ready for the next step.  And just like that, I’m working on a new idea.  Because I never liked nighttime TV, sleep before midnight, or empty hampers anyway. Today, my oldest daughter starts kindergarten, and in a sense, the rest of her life. I thought I was ready for this. I am not. Today, my tentative youngest daughter begins preschool, and takes the first step of her life that does not follow her big sister. I have to stand back and watch her go. Today, my husband begins not just a new job, not just a promotion, but a new career. Because it’s never too late. Oh, and Cian? He turned eight months old this weekend, and the very same day, two months ahead of when I expected it, started to crawl. I made lunch, and saw that he’d followed me into the kitchen. He…

It Happens Overnight

Our Quinn’s never been much of a mover. She took forever to roll over, and I think she only did it twice, as if to say, “See? I can do it! Now stop worrying and leave me alone, why dontcha?” She didn’t move from lying down to sitting up at all, and if placed on her stomach, she’d wail out in despair with a facial expression that made it seem like we’d just told her she’ll be paying for college herself. Only recently did she master this sort of half-body scoot-crawl, which basically consisted of dragging herself around by her arms while her legs sort of stayed bent in place (this girl’s got the best biceps of anybody on the playground). Her pediatrician had mentioned that since Quinn is a bigger baby (twenty-four and a half pounds of puuuure adorableness, people!), she was more likely to take her time meeting her physical milestones. This was okay with me. If she were our first baby, I’d have been freaking out, convinced that she’d be in a crib till she was…