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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…

Tentative Feet Make the Loudest Noise

toddle toddle toddle PLOP. At eighteen months of age, Cian finally started walking. toddle toddle toddle PLOP. I’d like to say we weren’t getting concerned but–sorry, Key–we were. He just started crawling so much earlier than the girls we figured…well, we thought… toddle toddle toddle PLOP. He took his own time, as they do, as you know. He liked to be held. He enjoyed the view from our vantage point (the sights! the sounds! they’re all so clear!). He could move more quickly on his hands and knees, toes scraping the ground as he scurried around furniture and up stairs and under tables. He was sneaky about it, when it happened, our little ninja walker. Behind closed doors, only to fall butt-first onto the carpet as soon as we made eye contact. He took steps toward his sisters, so they got to see the first ones, but he’d cock his head and smile at us when he thought we’d caught on. What? he seemed to say. Nothing to see here, ‘rents. Really. Not yet. toddle toddle toddle PLOP.  The first steps…