Fine Distinctions

On Fridays, we bring Felix's nap blanket home from school so we can wash it. For some reason, he wanted to carry it. He made it down the stairs, out the door, and on to the sidewalk before he dropped it. He stopped and stared at it.

Felix: That's trash.

There are so many fine distinctions to explain. If we make him throw dropped food away, why not a blanket?

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Last night, Felix was being especially silly before bedtime.

Felix: You are flapping your arms like an airplane.

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As we make the transition to complete bottle-feeding, Cosmo (and we) are having some rough nights. But he's growing fast. He can sit up by himself and hardly ever falls over, and tooth number five is coming down. And he eats cereal and pureed fruit like nobody's business.

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We're having a fun time with Grandpa Tom. Pictures soon!