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March 30, 2012

Happy birthday, Mads!


Time flies.

Well, at first it creeps. Up every few hours, staring at the same four walls, listening to that same tiny wail. Day into night and then back into day again. At first It's painfully slow.

And then somewhere along the way things start to pick up and suddenly she's walking! And talking. And talking back. The first playdate rolls into the first day of preschool and then on into kindergarten and before you know it she's asking, When can I walk to school with my friends? Meaning, without you.

And suddenly she's 6, my sweet baby girl who turned everything upside down and inside out. But before too long we found our course and it's been heartbreakingly beautiful ever since.

So happy 6th birthday to the little girl who slipped into our world with her big, brown eyes and big, huge heart and somehow managed to make everything even better than it was before.

I adore you. xo

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March 26, 2012

She lost a tooth... & I can't find it

Mads has lost her first tooth.

When I say that she lost it, I mean that literally. It fell out sometime yesterday and we haven't been able to find it, which is very typical of us. We lose everything: School lunch forms, library books, even wedding rings from time to time. Why should a tooth be any different?

It all started a couple of weeks ago when she met me at the door as I got home from work: "I have a surprise!" she announced, bouncing up and down. I assumed it was a drawing from the dozens she churns out each day: Hearts and rainbows and traffic lights are her specialty at the moment. Instead she jutted out her jaw and wiggled her bottom teeth with a fingertip. "I have two loose teeth!"

And before I could even say anything, I was crying, standing there in the doorway with my coat still on. I crouched down for a better look and then hugged her until she squirmed away, skipping to the couch where she sat and bent her two tiny teeth back-and-forth with happy determination. She quickly adopted a new nickname, Toothy D, and has been calling herself that ever since.

Yesterday the first tooth finally fell out, though as I said we're not sure exactly where or when. Surprisingly, Mads isn't too worried about it. She's already drafted a note to leave for the Tooth Fairy, in lieu of the actual tooth:

Dear Tooth Fairy,

I lost my tooth. I can't find it. If you find it, you can take it. If you don't find it, that's okay. I think maybe I swallowed it. Can you still give me money?

I love you,

Toothy D

There are the milestones we all know will happen: First smile, first steps, first day of school. And then there are the other ones that pass without you even knowing it until one day you watch her skipping ahead of you on the way to school and wonder, When did she stop holding my hand?

Those ones can be hard. But as much as I'll miss my little Mads with her tiny, crooked teeth, I do love these early glimpses of the big girl she's becoming.

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March 09, 2012

She go crazy


It's probably a good thing that toddler-dom is a relatively short phase, because society as we know it likely wouldn't survive if it stretched on much longer. I know I wouldn't survive.

Like a lot of almost 2-year-olds, A. operates on a switch: She's either the cutest, fuzziest little peach of a person you've ever met in your whole, entire life or she's a complete raving lunatic. You never know what you're going to get. She comes weaving her way toward me across the kitchen floor and I brace myself, not sure if she's going to wrap my legs in a bear hug or bite a chunk out of my thigh.

It seems sort of impossible that A. and Mads share the same gene pool. But, having not quite managed to mentally block out that whole childbirth thing, I have it on fairly good authority that they do. They're just about the spitting image of one another, but beyond that they're as different as night and day.

If I were to raise my voice even a notch above a gentle speaking level to Mads she would dissolve into a puddle of tears right there in front of me. A., though? If I ask her to stop doing something she takes that as an invitation to do it even more. As soon as I say "no" she gets that gleeful, no-good little glint in her eye and I just know that whatever came before me saying "no" is nothing compared to what's about to go down. Part of it is the age difference - almost 2-year-olds aren't exactly known for their social skills - but more than that it's just temperment. Mads is a pleaser, she's cautious, sensitive. A. is a steamroller. If she's happy, everyone in a 3-mile radius is happy. It's infectious, golden. If she's not happy, well - take cover. Consider yourself warned.

Despite their differences, though, they are madly in love with one another. Her sister's name is the first word from A.'s mouth when she wakes up in the morning and the last one before she goes to bed at night. As for Mads, she tells me that the two of them will "probably" get married when they're older. I almost believe her.

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