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Ruth posted a blog postPosted by Ruth on March 29, 2012 at 9:08pm 0 Comments 1 Like
I was at the park with my barely 2-year-old son yesterday. We were running around in the grass laughing, doing the simplest of activities. My son found the concrete pathway and began to follow it down through the park. As we walked, we came upon a group of teenage boys. They were standing around skateboards, talking and cursing loudly. My son in his true social butterfly manner gave them a big smile, waved and yelled out "Hi!"
Now, these teenagers had no interest in talking to a baby,…
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I was in the park last summer when I saw a little boy, probably around 2, fly down a giant slide. When he got to the bottom, he informed his Mom that he was hot. To his credit, it was one of the more blisteringly hot days that summer. His solution...take off his clothes. He stood right there at the bottom of the slide and ripped off his pants, a pull up and started in on his shirt when his Mom intervened and whisked him away to re-apply his clothing. Of course, I found this hysterical. As a…
ContinuePosted by Ruth on March 13, 2012 at 4:56pm 0 Comments 1 Like
I was in a store a few days ago, strolling through the toy department with my kids. I found myself next to a toy tool bench and a little girl who was 3 or 4 playing with it. Not a second after I saw her, the Mom came over and took the girl by the arm, and led her to a toy kitchen set. I clearly heard her tell the little girl "that toy is for boys."
For a second, I was so stunned I really could not believe my ears. Does this really happen?
I thought about my own daughter, now 5…
ContinuePosted by Ruth on February 27, 2012 at 8:46pm 0 Comments 1 Like
My 21-month-old has a stuffed cow he sleeps with. My 5-year-old has one too, but of course my toddler's attachment to his cow is a bit greater and more immature than his big sister's. Still, there was a time when she clung to her cow like he was made of gold. And when her affection was at it's peak, she took him everywhere she went and called him "Moo." It made sense. Cows moo. But to hear her little voice quietly call out "Moo" when she addressed her furry buddy melted my heart.
The…
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