too big too soon

23 Mar too big too soon

Our baby’s indecipherable babble and clumsy, tentative movement has been replaced by kid-like behavior: playing chase, high-fives and helping himself to a yogurt stick, just ’cause sister does it.

He sprouted some hair overnight too. Pure white and sticking up in the back like Dennis the Menace. 

He’s 17 months.

I realized he’s lived in the desert longer than he lived in the shadow of mountains, and that makes me a little sad, but also excited, because to him….and to Bronwynn….we are home. And home is a place where you eat frozen yogurt in March, because it’s 85 degrees outside and it tastes good.

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