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| I always took time with Gabe to smell the flowers. |
I even have photographic evidence of me as a permissive, engaging parent of a toddler.
Gabe was a wholly sweet child who was safe and secure in the knowledge that he was well-loved by his entire family. It wasn't that hard to parent him, even with my no-bullshit method during ages 2 and 3.
Some of my husband's family are so traditional/superstitious that they will not send baby gifts until my second son is born. I am starting to wonder if I may have jinxed myself by pontificating on what kind of toddlerhood parent I was, guaranteeing that this little one inside of me is going to come out squalling and not stop until age 7.
You'll have to check back in a few years to see what kind of photos I post for that.
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| I let Gabe spend as much time as he wanted in the petting zoo. (Truthfully, as much time as the goat wanted him in there.) |
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| I let Gabe ride the big tractor with my dad, which is only among the most dangerous things you could possibly let your kid do. |
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| I'm even SMILING as Gabe lifts a dyed egg out of the mug with his bare hand. (Notice the bib and newspaper, though.) |
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