“…by the age of two” has become a familiar refrain of late. With the big day around the corner, the list of to-dos had become longer and more urgent. Somehow the two-year mark became some sort of indicator for both Ava’s success in life and our record as parents. The more experiences we could cram into the first 24 months, the better for both.
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Where’s my spaceship, Brett wondered over coffee yesterday morning. Indeed, 2010 sounds futuristic. Though it may not be as technologically advanced as we had imagined, it’s damn pretty. Photos from the last few days…
I want to be a kid again.
Forget the endless playtime and the parent-slave. If I got to go back, I’d learn every sport by the age of six.
Toddlers on slippy ice-skates and juniors wobbling on tiny skis are cute. Adults…
A video of winter fun.
