Comments Off Eating hot dogs and fries at the beach,
Ed told the one about how a seagull once plucked a cheeseburger out of his brother’s hand.
Irene looked around.
“Do you mean that one, Daddy?”
She pointed at the nearest gull.
“Well, maybe it was that one,” he said.
“Do you mean Harry?”
And thus a seagull got his name.
We walked her big brother to the school bus,
And then she ran all the way home,
Her blond curls the tightest-ever from the rain,
Her little pink sneakers a blur.
If ever there was a girl who could withstand the slights of middle-childhood,
She is it.
Always demanding love and attention,
Never to be left out.
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And here’s a random belly pic.
14+ weeks
Me: I don’t think you should have any more crackers, sweetie, because I’m cooking supper.
2-year-old daughter: OK! So I put the crackers here and then I ask you for another one. Then you say no and I cry and cry. Then I stop crying and be happy.
The best part is when she proceeded to put the sleeve of crackers on a chair, leave the kitchen and then returned a couple minutes later. She asked for another cracker, and when I said no, she gave one hell of a fake crying performance. She came over for hugs and then miraculously snapped out of it, happy now.
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