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At Seven, A Name That Fits

She turned seven a couple of weeks ago, our Mighty, and I’ve been thinking about what I’d say about her ever since. Her interests haven’t changed all that much since last year. She still loves butterflies, and horses, and riding her bike. There’s some stuff that’s new: she started playing soccer this spring and was awesome to watch. She learned how to really read this year, and you know as well as I do there’s no better sight than seeing your own child curled up in a chair with a book. She isn’t as afraid anymore, and that’s the thing, I think. That’s what I’ve been thinking about. Here’s what I find funny: Quinlan said earlier this year that she didn’t like her name, which isn’t funny at all, really, especially when you know that I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying that if she’d just stuck with Quinn like we’d wanted to call her, maybe she wouldn’t be complaining. Don’t worry. I…

In a Sea of Lions

Quinlan came home with this cute project the first graders completed in the beginning of March. Each child had to decide if she or he was more like a lion or a lamb, and explain why. We were all in the kitchen when I saw it, and so the first time I read it was out loud. Here’s the translated version: “I am most like a lamb because I am calm when my brother screams and is scared and when my sister is mean to me.” David and I just started laughing. But Saoirse? Oh, Saoirse was aghast: “QUINLAN!” She looked at her sister in shock. “I have to see your teacher! That’s what she’s going to be thinking about me now?!” All I could think was, join the crowd, Saoirse. I let her read last Thursday’s post. She know’s what’s up. So, a little advice to our eldest: welcome to our world, big girl. Take it from me and your dad: just don’t make eye contact with anyone you know anymore and you’ll get along juuuuust fine…

Have Fun (Whether You Like It or Not)

Picture this: it’s New Year’s Day. You are successfully not hungover after hosting a combo birthday party (in case you didn’t see me getting all misty-eyed, Cian turned four this weekend. I KNOW.) slash New Year’s Eve shindig at your house that went approximately nine hours long. You’ve spent the morning writing a list of resolutions and goals that might be a bit too ambitious (three pages too ambitious, to tell you the truth). You’ve spent the day teaching your girls how to blow bubbles with gum and hanging out with your son and now, you, my dear friend, have ventured out to a little wilderness trail with your family and dog.* “Let’s go on a fun walk with Riley!” you’d told the family, and you smiled the entire forty minutes it took everyone to find their gloves (or “glubs,” as our favorite four-year-old calls them. I KNOW.). And you do: the sun in shining, and the dog is actually not losing her shit over being someplace new, and everyone’s happily trudging along. Everyone, that…