Why I Love the Finnish
The number one comment I get about Jacob is how doggone happy he is. People ask if he ever cries (yes, he does; try telling him he may not play with the shutters). The other day, his pediatrician asked if … Continue reading
The number one comment I get about Jacob is how doggone happy he is. People ask if he ever cries (yes, he does; try telling him he may not play with the shutters). The other day, his pediatrician asked if … Continue reading
When Jacob graduated from the Tot Lot to the “big kid” playground four blocks down, I didn’t dread him using the tire swings, the balance beam, or the slide that’s taller than I am. In part, because I didn’t see … Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I was at the kitchen table, working on my computer when I looked up to see Jacob walking toward me, his hands over his eyes. A moment later, with a flourish worthy of Broadway, he flung … Continue reading