Stocking Stuffer

I’m not very crafty. I tried to put together a stocking for Joseph for his first Christmas. That pile of string, sequins and fabric is still in a cute snowman box buried in the basement. By the time the twins came along, there was no more pretending that it would ever get done, let alone two more. This year, we took the plunge and invested in some stockings for the kids. When they arrived, Patrick immediately put them to good use.
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Andrew has been refusing to eat solids (so to speak – I think it’s funny that “solids” is what they call pureed peas, squished bananas and runny baby cereal) Every time I offer, this is what I get. It’s not rude, like if he were to spit it back to me or scream and shake his head, it’s just a polite little refusal to part his lips.
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"No, thank you. I'm on a liquid diet."
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The fireman’s hat resurfaces in our house every few weeks as the favorite toy. Here it is again, along with Scott’s lunch box and a pair of chopsticks. Patrick is our very own little drummer boy.