Innocence

Balloooooon!

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Nothing makes my problems seem more trivial than Nates positive reaction to the smallest things.
I brought home a balloon yesterday and he lit right up!
Me: Nati, I brought you something!
Nati: What?!?
Me: A balloon!
Nate: BALLOOOOOON! Look aba, a balloooon!
We were all in the family room just tossing that balloon around and laughing our butts off.
Even Benny got in on the action.
Nates excitement was so palpable that I could taste it.
I hope that he holds on to that pure optimism for the rest of his life, mostly for him but a little bit for me.
It truly melts away all of my stress to watch him experience such pure joy and positivity.

Elijah

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I can’t for the life of me snap out of this sad feeling in my heart.
Yesterday news broke in Toronto that a three year old boy walked outside in the middle of the night wearing nothing but a t-shirt, pull-ups and boots, in -30 Celsius weather.
He didn’t make it.
Those words bring a sort of sadness to me that I can’t even begin to communicate in words.
Although nobody that knew this child will ever read this I want to give my deepest condolences.
His name was Elijah and although I’ve never met him, today my heart weeps for him and his family.
The world has lost an angel and I truly hope he is warm and safe up in heaven.

For the Love of Play Dates

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I love baby play dates.
There are the obvious reasons like getting to enjoy the company of a friend while our children sit around chewing on toys.
There is usually some foodage in the mix and the caffeine levels are high enough to wake the dead.
What gives me the truest pleasure during these social gatherings is how the kids enjoy every moment.
Their enjoyment is so pure and is activated by so little.
As an adult you need so much in order to truly enjoy something.
Your taste has now been refined; you enjoy a particular kind of beverage, atmosphere and company.
With infants all you need to do is sit them in front of a box of toys and a friendship is forged.
I find myself mentally digging for the time when it was so simple just to be able to understand that sort of uncomplicated happiness.
I am inevitably at a loss of memory and realize that I should relish in this moment rather than trying to understand its process.
Adulthood is so complicated that I manage to complicate the least complicated of situations.
Ah, to be a baby again.