While I have lived in long underwear for the past 5 months, Ethan and Ezra have spent the majority of winter in shorts and t-shirts. Brrr...
That's why I am so puzzled by the fact that Ezra insists on donning a pair of socks when he goes to the bathroom (yes, even at 4am). Sure, the ceramic tile is a bit cold on the feet, but 99% of the rest of his life the child lives in his skivvies. Go figure.
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
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