When We Get Back
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Home again, home again,unpackity-pack.There’s lots of unpackingwhen we get back.And laundry, and emails,and four-hour naps. Home again, home again,unpackity-pack.

Your Job
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Your child is not a fashion show.Your job is not to keep her from ever crying.Your success shan’t be measured in how well she sleeps.Your child is a will and a soul.Your job is to show her how to be … Continued

Now
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Now you are eight monthsand then you’ll be eight yearsand now you’re the youngestbut then you’ll likely be the oldest.But we won’t worry about then,because now is enough.Now we’re both herebut with places to goand lessons to teachand lessons to … Continued

Restless Leg Syndrome
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This baby is awake–her legs are climbing stairs.There are no stairs in bedbut she doesn’t seem to care.Her climbing muscles firewith no promise of abatement.“Restless leg syndrome”would be an understatement.

Big Days
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On Thanksgiving day you pulled yourself to standing. We were all surprised.On Christmas day you climbed a stair, and proceeded to climb the whole flight.And on New Year’s Day, what shall you do? Say a word? Take a step?Maybe wait until your … Continued

Me and Mary
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I’m now quite sure that Mary “treasured up all these things”while nursing baby Jesus. And I hope she could sleep while He slept.I wonder if she had done much baby-proofing by the time the wise men came.And did she have a high shelf … Continued

Get Up and Go
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Our baby’s always on the move.She wants to get up and gobut no place is safe for her.We watch the news and want to move,to leave, to get up and goto someplace other than earth.

Needy
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Why you gotta be so needy?Promise me you don’t be greedyand pass your boredom off as thirstor little bumps as hurts far worse.Cry to me and I’ll believe you,change your diaper, hold and feed you,aware my “need” to be your … Continued

In One Month
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Your first tooth broke through,you crawled and stood up, too,you climbed up on the shelf,all by your very self.You ate chunks of bananas,you made some sounds like “da-duh,”you had many happy meetingsand you learned to wave a greeting.You displayed your … Continued

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