So Far in Spring…

“Mom! Look! I made an M like my name! MOM LOOK!”

Indeed, a plant-based cream cheese toast M!

Who needs writing skills when you have biting skills?

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“To my children: If I had to choose between loving you and breathing, I’d use my last breath to tell you … I love you.” – Anonymous

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MaiTai has mentioned a few times that he needs a friend. “Just ONE friend,” he emphasized. This friend must be a boy, his age (he meant size), with short hair, nice and not loud, likes to play Legos, a friend “like you and Daddy are friends.” We found a few kids who fit his criteria, but MaiTai wasn’t satisfied.

With increased one-on-one time with myself and The Designated Dad (distracted lately with impending new arrival), he started making it clear that he changed his mind and wants to play by himself.

I think he liked the idea of a playmate more than the reality of actually having one — which would mean playing by their terms mostly, and he wasn’t as ready for that as he thought. For now we’ll stick to his usual involvement in group socialization without the pressure of forced interactions (until he expresses a desire for something else).

Here is his newest buddy.

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MaiTai noshed on some vegan goodies during playground picnics with the grandparents while The Designated Dad and I attended weekly birth classes.

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MaiTai: “I want the cashews… Daddy can get them for me?”

Me: “I can get them for you.”

MaiTai: “No Daddy can do it, ’cause he’s a grownup.”

Me: “So what am I then?”

MaiTai: “You’re tiny ’cause you’re a Holly.”

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MaiTai said he wants to grow to be a mommy. I asked how about a daddy? He said “Ummm… no… well, maaaybe.”

I asked what he thinks a daddy does. He said, “A daddy goes to work, and plays with me, and tells me how to make smoothies.”

Yes, yes he does!

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Found them like this, slumbering off a little stomach bug illness, between the couch and the coffee table.

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This really helped get MaiTai through the illness-requisite couch rest…

Behold, the only gaming console I’ve ever played and probably will ever play.

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Enjoying the last days of non-oppressive heat by venturing out on the Azalea Trail Tour with MaiTai’s Pops and The Designated Dad.

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He’s finally decided baths are acceptable again after a long period of consternation toward anything watery or tub-like.

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Longer daylight hours means MaiTai gets to spend more outdoor time with The Designated Dad after he gets home from work.

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No matter the season, it’s always a good time for hugs.

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