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Seven?!

We have a SEVEN year old in the house. He’s suddenly very old- reading books, doing math in his head, and learning about, well, everything. He’s never met a documentary he didn’t like. He remembers EVERYTHING. He holds grudges about NOTHING. He’s still the sweetest, most affectionate kid I’ve ever met.   He’s still into Hot…

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SIX.

Today’s the first day of summer AND the boy is turning six. On June 1, he came down stairs and announced, “It’s my birth month!” and he’s been angling for special treatment ever since. “It’s my birth month- do I have to put my clothes in the hamper?” “It’s my birth month- can I pick…

FIVE.

Last week I mentioned to Andrew that when it was finally June 21, when he woke up he would be five. Being born at 2:29am has its┬áprivileges, right? Every morning this week he woke up and asked, “Am I five yet?” Friday I finally got to say, yes, yes indeed you are young man. We…