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I’ve been wondering why the tuition at Leo’s preschool goes down after the magical age of 2.9. Now I know: kids are overall improved after two years and nine months! Who knew!
Leo is still a toddler, but suddenly he makes sense. His speech has grown clearer, more complex, rational and grammatical. He listens to reason—some of the time—and is generally a little more easy-going and reasonable himself. And snuggly. Did I mention snuggly?
I know, kids go through phases, the darkest hour is just before dawn, and it’s a poor craftsman who blames his tools. Oops, scratch that last one, irrelevant. But yeah, he was a terror for a while there, and I got all “this is making me look bad, kid.” And it turned out spring was just around the corner and now I’m all “see everyone, it’s me and my kid and we just love each other, aren’t we happy and special?!” So of course Leo will develop some new unimaginable phase post haste now that I’ve let the gods of superstition know about our good week.
But in the meantime, I will just really enjoy chatting with my bright, sentient little son. Oh, and his imaginary friend Jason, who is as tall as Grandpa Ron and uses the big potty by himself and loves cereal and is probably going to come over for dinner tomorrow. Jason?
All the hugging and kissing and loving each other over here made for a rather different vibe on Valentine’s Day I noticed. Leo and Aaron gave me tulips, and gave themselves some tulips, and I made us all heart-shaped biscuits, and in general it was a lovely, lazy, family holiday. Way less lingerie, vino and hanky panky, way more milk and sweet potato biscuits and tickle fest. What has happened to our life? Is that a purple dinosaur dancing around over there?
Zoe Singer is a freelance food writer and cookbook editor and co-author of The Flexitarian Table. Food Editor and blogger for The Faster Times, she tries not to eat for two now that her son is a toddler.