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Happy 4th Birthday, Alafair (and a little bit of 3rd)

9/26/2022

Dear Alafair,

Well, I missed your 3rd birthday entirely. I mean, I was there and we had the GREATEST strawberry party, but I didn’t get anything posted for you. For reasons that had nothing to do with you, it was just a crazy year. I’m going to put together another video that covers the missed year and post it here soon. Honestly, I’m not sure where to even start with this. Obviously, your speech has dramatically improved in the last two years, as you’ll see from the list below. This 4th birthday is a hard one–you’re definitely a kid now!! I’m watching you shed the remnants of toddlerhood, both physically and emotionally, and move fully into being your own complete human. It’s bittersweet of course. You’re growing up too fast, but what a magnificent creature you’re becoming.

Thanks to covid, I got to have an entire extra year with you at home! You were so ready to go to school last fall, and I think that’s actually made it a little more difficult on you as you’ve started school this month. But I’m still so grateful for that extra time with you. Last fall we went to Wiggins again where you drove the golf cart all over and ran naked through the fields on a daily basis. In January when Alice finally started school, you got to start Bibi preschool. You have a slight lisp so when you got up at preschool graduation and sang “Poor Little Bug on the Wall” in bug language, it came out as “Bsssth bsssth bsssth bsssth bsssth bsssth bsssth,” instead of a straight up “buzz” and it was adorable.

Earlier this year we got a puppy. Roux has been with us for 7 months now, and you’re still not that impressed. I can’t really blame you. He was just a tiny little guy when he first came here, who was actually just your size, but unfortunately had super sharp shark teeth that you quickly learned to steer clear of. And then before you knew it, he grew into a massive giant who is taller than you, can knock you down just by turning the wrong way, and loves to shove his wet nose right into your face. You yell at him a lot in an attempt to exert some authority over this furry giant, but it’s generally to no avail because he’s a dog and he loves you anyway and will never quit trying to gain your approval.

I’ve also started working a lot more this last year, and it’s been a struggle for you to have me gone so much. I have a lot of meetings with clients that are pretty short, and then I am gone longer (often overnight) when I occasionally attend a birth. I think part of the problem just comes from the abstraction of the concept of time–how long is mama going to be gone? A short time? A long time? And what’s the difference? Right now, gone is gone to you, and that makes leaving you hard for me. I do it anyway though, because working is good for me, I love my job, and I know that seeing your parents happy is good for you too.

You’ve grown into such a ham in the last year. It’s nearly impossible to get a “normal” picture of you. It took two days and over 200 shots to get an acceptable passport photo! And speaking of passports, where should we go?! The thought of stuffing you on an international flight (or let's face it, even a domestic one) still makes me break out in a cold sweat. You’re getting much better at controlling your big emotions these days, but you’re still a LOT to contain. But as of this week, we’ve officially run out of excuses. We have passports, and you’re FINALLLLLY fully vaccinated for covid, an event you’ve been planning for for two years now. “When I’m vaccinated, we can do…” ….a million things. Your list is long: go to New Orleans, go to the YMCA, go to Roaring Springs, go go go. You might be in for some disappointment. Or maybe we’ll just pull Alice out of school and travel for a year. Who needs an education anyway?

Oh! And somewhere in the last two years, your eyes morphed from dark blue into an indescribably beautiful…green? Hazel? I can’t pin it down. They actually change with your mood, which is pretty cool. I think your passport actually says blue, but it’s wrong now!

The pictures above say more than I ever could about how amazing you are. I love you most of all, Sweet Pea Tiny Witch Alafair Bea. You’re my favorite Red One.

Love, Mama

Two years of Alafair-isms:

Aloh beeloh-alafair burrito
Helmoh-helmet
Honky Beep- honk honk beep beep (book title), also a car
Saucy-sausage
Choffee- coffee
Looht- look!
Shoos- shoes
Aleeees- Alice
Pelloh- pillow
Pillupts- clippers
Menoh- medicine
Mayo- mail
Teet! - treat
Forf- fork
Pak Pak -backpack
SaMA- salmon
Ba-gnome- bottle
Peent- pink
Nax bohl- snack ball
Boontz- spoon
Tarpano- guitar piano
Baint- bacon
Tootpate- toothpaste
Dance- thanks
Diema- vagina
Tamat- magnet
Fahvie- favorite
Sot- socks
Nate- naked
Seedy Ba- conceited rabbit
Meety bahllll- meat ball
Tonty high- twinkle twinkle little star
Carkle- Good Dog Carl
Pahcohlcohl- popsicle
Sheckth- Chex
Effendent- elephant
Yam!- yeah
Wanoh- water
Brexy- breakfast
Umpsie din- upside-down
Seenaloo- her own word
Lily- little (lily bath, lily walk)
Bloonz- balloons
Assy sacky- Scatty Catty (book)
Munga- watermelon
Schlogit- chocolate
Pancaink- pancakes
Fingo- flamingo
Mernake- mermaid
Stuffes (pronounced stuff-is)-plural of stuff
Too muches-too much
Gonin- going
Kalwakka- kowala bear
Hostabill- hospital
Got-for: forgot
Queminnie- community
TIME IT IS!! - what time is it
Mayn't (pronounced maint): may not
Don't reprise me!!! (Surprise)
Enrique Ehglade-ious
Shitter shatter- chitter chatter

Hey! That's Alo's when me kid! (Referring to something she JUST grew out of.) 10/28/20

Me: how much does mama love Alafair?
Alafair: THREE!!!!!
10/28/20

I sweep my hairs! (Brush) 1/22/21

Mizzalizzabizabit - Miss Elizabeth (dance teacher) fall 2021

Pewp-poop. "Have I pewpened today?" Winter 21/22

"Why do some kids like me....X?" (Hit their sisters, pinch, fall down, etc) March 2022

Mama, why don't they make the sky lower so I can reach it? 4/9/22

Tape expenser (dispenser)

Alafair: it's raining!
Me: IT'S RAINING TACOS...!
Alafair: NO, mama!!!! It's raining water!!!!
4/28/22

(Alice sneezes) Alice? If you're gone be snotting in here, you need to go get a Kleenex.
5/14/22

Mama! White Ba WAS listening! (In high-pitched bunny voice): Oh oh I was listening, sorry I just forgot, I'm old. 6/7/22

Salmon tea is my favorite! 7/4/22

Oposta- supposed to

Why do dogs and cats have different ears?....did somebody just toot!? (No) 8/18/22

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Happy 2nd Birthday....4 Months Late

2/1/2021

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Dear Alo,

This isn’t the nickname I would have picked for you, but it’s what you call yourself these days. Mostly in an extremely demanding, very LOUD, flappy arm sort of way… “alo!!!alO!!!!ALOOOO!!!!!!!!!” Yes, I understand. Even though that object you want is upstairs, through a locked gate, on top of a 6 foot tall shelf, you want to get it yourself. You pretty much want to do everything yourself. The other day you helpfully took off your poopy diaper for me. While standing up. Over a carpet. You are SO helpful.

I started this letter back in September right when you were turning 2. That part up there is still pretty accurate. Although now that you’re two and a half you would just open the gate, climb the stairs, then climb the 6 foot shelf. We really love your independent spirit!!

You are a kid with no middle ground. Your feelings are big, swift, and determinate. You are fearless, unless your sister has “suggested” something is scary, and then you are terrified of that thing. That’s because you worship the ground Alice walks on and want to do everything exactly like Alice. You always try to match whatever Alice is wearing. You like to wear the old clothes that used to be Alice’s best. This is a great phase. I know one day you will realize that Alice is getting all the new things and you’ll want new things too. But for now, you only want Alice.

You are exhibiting a remarkable ability to play independently right now for good lengths of time if no one bothers you (cough ahem, SISTER). You like to use the play kitchen foods to make White Ba brexy (breakfast) or "lunch-es". And recently you’ve started helping Mama make your special foods in the real kitchen. This is a really big deal for Mama since it’s been really hard building our food culture in a positive way around your different needs.

You and Alice have a healthy dose of sibling rivalry going on that I think is amplified by the fact that we’re still in a global pandemic and we spend nearly 100% of our time together. It’s….tiring. But I try to remember that it must be tiring for you guys too. You LOVE the mornings when Alice has Bibi School and it’s just you and Mama together. We play with all of Alice’s toys when she’s not looking (shhhh!), read books together, go for walks, or cook. I love getting to see what kind of person you are when you’re free to just do your own thing without much sibling influence. You’re creative and playful and so funny.

You are the type of kid that takes a LOT of energy to parent. You never stop moving and demand constant attention. The parenting books label you as “active” and even “difficult” (screw you, parenting books!). But what I know is that you also have a sweet side to you that is achingly sincere and innocent. You make a point to kiss ALL your toys. You give hugs with your entire body. You bring Alice her bunny when she’s crying. You are the full package, Alafair Bea, and I love you for it.

Here are some of your greatest words right now:

Helmoh, for helmet. I especially like it when we’re riding bikes, you see someone else wearing a helmet, point and yell at the top of your lungs, “HELMO HELMO HELMO!!!” Because let’s be honest, it sounds like you’re yelling “homo” at them and we always get sideways glances from people.

Umbli-eye--I think this is from a Mary Poppins song.

Seenaloo--We have no idea where this one came from, but you shout it as you run all over the house.

Boontz--spoon

Tarpano--piano

Baint--bacon

Effendent--elephant

Schlogit--chocolate

Stuffes (pronounced stuff-is)--plural of stuff

I’m sorry it took me 4 months to get your birthday letter posted. That’s life right now, and probably for the next...10 years. Happy Birthday, my tiny witch. I love you most of all.

Love, Mama

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Dear Girls, Covid Edition

5/22/2020

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Dear GIRLS.

I keep trying to write you this letter and getting stuck at “dear girls.” I want to talk to you about coronavirus. But also, I don’t want to talk about it at all. I want to pretend that it doesn’t exist, that the world isn’t upside down. For the first time ever, I’ve encountered something that I have trouble writing about. A lot of people started out writing profusely in the beginning of this mess, documenting what has to be one of the most unique situations in the history of humanity, but not me. It has just felt too big. Living in the time of coronavirus must be something like living in a slow motion car crash that you can see coming, but can do nothing to stop. Living in the time of coronavirus is living as active, on-going trauma where your brain constantly scrambles to normalize things around you that are a million miles from normal, attempts to make sense of the madness, the sorrow, the loss, the regret. Even though everything in our small world is fine, the bigger world is not even a little bit fine, and the weight of that is sometimes so great that I can’t bear it. And the fact that we saw this coming and did nothing as a country to slow it and minimize the impact just kills me. At least once a day I remember reading an article back in January that said, “American citizens should expect the virus to bring significant disruptions to daily life,” and thinking, “well what the hell does that mean?” And when I mentioned it to mom, she said, “well yeah, when you have the flu your daily life is disrupted.” And I think how far off her comment was, and how even if they had listed the disruptions as they have now happened, I probably wouldn’t even have believed it. And at least once a day, I think about people in the world who are so much worse off than us, who suffer beyond comprehension. People who live in refugee camps because they have no home country. People who walk THOUSANDS of miles seeking asylum from violence we can’t even begin to imagine only to reach here and be turned away. I think about them and wonder how their brains manage to cope. Do they readjust to some bizarre new normal? I mean, humans are miraculously adaptable animals. And maybe most interestingly, whenever I think about writing this, I think why bother--writing every single person in the world is living this right now, we are not unique.

In the beginning, we tried to protect you. We didn’t talk about what was going on in front of you. We told you spring break was really long this year. But then it became apparent that this was not going to be just some small thing. This wasn’t even going to be a medium thing. This is going to last for years, and have untold impacts. We had to start explaining to you why we can’t go ANYWHERE, even Bibi and PopPop’s house. Why we can’t hug anyone. Why we can’t go to school, or dance class. We said, a lot of people in the world are getting sick. And the best way to help those sick people is for us to stay at home and try to not get sick. We reassure you that it’s okay if we do get sick, just like we get colds every year, we feel bad for a while and then we feel better. Even though we don’t really feel that way. We don’t really know if it’s okay to get this virus. We know the statistics that most people are okay, but we also know the weird stories about it affecting people with rare blood types (me), or weakened lungs (Tio Toph), or middle-aged men (Dada), or even young children (YOU!). You call it “the sickness.”

Also in the beginning there was a lot of scrambling to help parents with their kids. Schools closed abruptly and suddenly everyone was stuck at home with nowhere to go and nothing to do. For us, besides school closing, not much changed. People started sending me suggestions on how to keep you entertained, mostly using online resources and remote video communications with people. Parents the world over panicked about how to entertain kids 24/7. At first I was resentful of all these suggestions. We’ve essentially been locked down like this for the better part of a year already, we have life at home mostly figured out, and it doesn’t involve computer screens. There was also a little voice in my head yelling, “where the hell were all you people a year ago when I desperately needed this help adjusting to immunocompromised lockdown life?!” I know all these people were good intentioned, and I appreciate that. I’ve also come to realize there are some critical differences between our previous lockdown and a worldwide pandemic lockdown. Namely, the isolation was even more complete than before. No physical contact with any people outside our home, maintaining strict social distances at all times, adults constantly speaking hushed tones, or thinly veiled code about the state of the world. And I’m not foolish enough to think that either of you fail to notice the EXTREME stress of the adults around you. And, now that we are just about two months into this, somewhere mid car crash, life has stabilized into a semblance of new normal, what I’m left with now, on a daily basis, is just a crushing sense of sadness and grief. And where in our old lives I would have given those feelings space to be, if I allowed that now, I fear that’s all there would be. So I spend considerable energy shoving that aside in pursuit of something at least resembling normal and find myself emotionally spent and fatigued on a daily basis.

So I want to tell you the things I’m thinking about. Maybe leaving them here will lift some of the weight. For both of you, this pandemic will shape the course of your lives in ways we can’t even begin to imagine. Because of your young ages, it’s not as if you will ever remember a “before”, unlike us. And I feel profoundly sad about this. Because to be honest with you, I don’t know if the world will ever return to the way it was before. You will be defined by this period and the coming years, much like the generation of the Depression Era. And again, I feel sadness about this. What will your equivalent be of stuffing cash in mattresses? We don’t know. For you, Alice, I worry about you developing paranoia about germs, food shortages, being too close to people. And you, Alafair, will you be lucky enough to not remember? Is not remembering a good thing? I really don’t know.

It’s difficult to convey the environment in which all these big feelings reside. Taken alone, they look manageable. But there is a deeper political environment of corruption and divisiveness, where there is no clear and cohesive leadership, where the seeds of dissent, disrespect, racism and hatred are sown from the top. It is wrapped up in our economy collapsing as millions of Americans have lost their jobs and face uncertain financial futures. And in the broader context of world climate change that threatens our very human existence. It is difficult not to feel as if we are literally watching the beginning of the end of the world. Even just typing that last sentence makes my blood run cold. And then my breath catches and I am so sorry, beyond all words, that this is the world I’ve brought you in to. What have we as humans done to the world, and what will be left of it? I think every generation struggles with this question to some extent, but I have to think that at this particular time, it’s never been more relevant.

Which brings me here, to this (and yes, while you had to wade through two WHOLE pages of doom and gloom to get here, I had to go through two months of it). My brain’s natural response to watching a car crash unfold, of course, is to scream “what should we do???!!!” And now that the initial shock has worn off, lately I’ve been attempting to reframe that question: what CAN we do? Yes, the world is upside down, but what can we do so that when you grow up you remember it as that special time when there was no school, we spent the days together, playing outside, doing art, exploring the smaller parts of the universe right here? Where are the opportunities to teach you empathy for those who aren’t as fortunate as us? Yes, life as we know it is over, but now is an opportunity to take the parts that were good, for us, for the environment, for humanity, and shape them into something better and more sustainable. How can we permanently alter our lives to reflect a respect for our planet and our fellow humans? And because I’m only at the very beginning of this journey, and I’m attempting to shed a lifetime of excess and privilege, I’m still identifying the questions that should be asked right now, and even still trying to figure out the answer to the questions I already have figured out. I feel a determined sense of responsibility, and opportunity, to shape this into something other than a worldwide humanitarian disaster (pffsst easy!). And in the meantime, while Dada and I work on figuring it out, we’ll gorge ourselves on the comfort foods of doritos and ice cream. We’ll drink wine and watch bad TV after you’ve gone to bed. We’ll sit on the couch and commiserate on the poor state of the world while your sweet sleeping souls can’t overhear us complaining. Because once we figure it out, the junk food is gone, the wallowing will end, and our lives will go on, in whatever beautiful new way we manage to carve out.

We'll have to check back in a few months and see if we're still eating doritos.

Love, Mama

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Fantastic FIVE!

4/21/2020

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Dear Alice,

Remember when I used to write you multiple letters per year? Those were the days, weren't they? Here we are. Five. No longer "four and three quarters." You already stand about 2" above my waist, which means you're a mere foot away from being an adult. Or at least as tall as some adults. And let's face it, probably more mature than a lot of adults too.

Perhaps what was most profound about the last year was somehow you shed all the last vestiges of being a young, little kid and morphed into full-on Big Kid. Your emotional maturity, verbal skills, critical thinking skills...everything....just sky rocketed into the next dimension. And holy smokes, it is SO. MUCH. FUN!!!

Holding your lanky 50lbs in my arms to dance is getting pretty difficult. But we still dance occasionally to "Wise Men" or Ray LaMontagne's "You Are the Best Thing". I keep thinking about a quote I read a really long time ago. It was something along the lines of "one day your mom set you down and never picked you back up again." I remember being just struck to the core with sadness at the thought. And of course, it's not like you know when that day is going to be. It just happens one day. I keep wondering if that day is coming soon for us because I'm just not strong enough. And it seems much too early, much too young. That's the disadvantage of being an Amazon child. One day your stature will serve you well, but now, it's making Snuggle Dancing hard.

It's hard now to write about your life without bringing your sister into it (that dang little sister--always stealing your thunder!). Shortly after you turned 4, she was classified as immunocompromised and it had a huge impact on your life. We even debated pulling you out of school. There were no more trips to the Discovery Center with Dada, no more story times at the library with Bibi. Play dates became nearly impossible. We tried to minimize the impact on you, but some days there was (is) just no way around it--it sucked. You took it mostly in stride anyway, as you do pretty much everything. You seem to have some innate sense of how to roll with the punches, which is good, because some days it feels like they just keep coming in your tiny young life. It's not fair, but there it is.

Last summer we took a road trip to Durango and rode the train to Silverton. We met all of Dada's family there and you had so much fun running with the cousins. We stayed in a different hotel every night for 6 straight nights and you loved it. We stopped and climbed a roadside arch in Moab, and you still talk about the "circle rock". It was our first trip as a family of 4 and you were a champion traveler as usual. I miss traveling often with you.

Later we took a much longer rode trip to Baton Rouge. We were gone for about a month. We went to our house in New Orleans, got beignets and walked along the Mississippi River. We went to Paul and Danielle's farm in Wiggins, MS where you fed peppermints to cows and Jack the donkey, drove a tractor, and fed the horses. There were bugs there (of course there were, it's The South), and you were WAY outside of your comfort zone. But you were brave and tried all these things anyway. And it turned out to be one of the highlights of our trip. That day was my favorite part about traveling--when things are completely unplanned and unexpected and turn out to be utterly delightful.

This was also the year you discovered Jesus....in the form of Santa. This has been really interesting for me to watch since we haven't given you even the tiniest bit of religion. And yet here you are basically praying to Santa. You say things like, "let's just ask Santa [for a new car]." Or, "Santa probably knows [the answer to some obscure question]." I overhear you talking to Santa about things that are going on in your day. Well, there's a lot going on in the world right now. I suppose talking to Santa can't hurt.

You also started dance classes this last year, and you LOVE it. It has been so fun watching you practice. I've already taken you to see several ballets, but this has given us a platform to explore more of the music and the stories that go with the art form. You now regularly ask Alexa to listen to Swan Lake, or "chovsky's" (Tchaikovsky's) Nutcracker. Maybe you won't stick with it, maybe you will. I just hope you continue to love it as much as you do now.

There was MUCH more to your year that I naturally can't fit in one letter. Some of it I'm deliberately reserving for a separate letter (which will become obvious why when I post that one in a few days). These letters, this one in particular, seem more and more inadequate the bigger you get, because somehow I just keep loving you more and more, and that can't even begin to be trapped on paper by mere words. I'll keep trying, but I wish I could do better.

Happy 5th Birthday to my Best Alice. I love you most of all, Sugar Bean.

Love, Mama

P.S. Stop acting like some big kid and calling me Mom!!!

First day of dance class, August 2019

Last day of dance class, May 2020

Me, every night: Good night, Sugar Bean, I love you.
Alice: Good night, Sugar Mama!

This is freshly baked, high tempervised cookies just for Mama. (Dumps pot.) Wait, the freshly got stuck in there. 5/29/19

Peeking out from behind a door: Don't you want to know how I redisappeared?! 6/2/19

We were doing exploraments!! 6/15/19

I love you better than the curtains now. 8/9/19

Should we call this "Farland," because it's so far away? 8/9/19

Me: What was your favorite part of the trip so far?
Alice: OOOOOOO I HAVE ONE!!! LOOP FRUITS!!!!! (Fruit Loops) 8/10/19

Andy: Alice, what should we get Auntie Aura for Christmas?
Alice: We should go to the store and buy her a yellow trapezoid! 12/15/19

Alice, singing: I got my chicken for the long way round. 12/29/19

I'M CAT WALKING FOR ACTION!!! 1/4/20

Alice, on wearing skinny jeans: "well mama, at first when you put them on they're weird. But then you just keep wearing them and after a while it's fine." 1/2/20

Safa: Alice, what kind of picture do you want to color....shapes, trees...?
Alice, thinking hard: I think I'd like to color some cheese! 1/28/20 @ Safa's house

Kim (the preschool teacher): Who are some people that help us?
Other kids: trashmen, police, fire fighters
Alice: GOATS!!!! (She later explained to me it's because they eat trash)

Alice: Are there shorts as long as pants?
Me: .......do you mean....pants? 4/1/20

Mentioning to Alice that I needed to look in the alley trash for something I accidentally threw away, she replied with a completely horrified look on her face, LIKE RACCOONS??!!! 3/4/20

Thoughtfully: I might want to work here when I grow up (at the Boise Landfill) 4/4/20

To Andy, while he was hacking at some roots with a shovel: Dada, be careful not to punch yourself in the crotch!!!! 4/18/20

Christmas flamingos in May, because they like the sun.

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Happy Belated Birthday, Miss Screamy Pants

11/15/2019

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Dear Alafair,

On the eve of your first birthday (like all parents, I ask, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE ALREADY?!) I find myself reflecting on what has been both the LONGEST and shortest year of my entire life. There are large chunks of it that I can’t even remember, blurred together by sleep deprivation, long nights spent worrying over your tiny frame, counting the minutes until the relief of daylight and then washing it all away with large amounts of coffee and the kind of resolve that only comes when the sun is up.

Wow, Tiny Witch. You are a Hard Baby. Like the kind of hard that might make one think the universe is trying to teach one a lesson. Good thing I don’t believe in cr*p like that, or the universe would have managed to bring me to my knees over the last year. What I do know is that YOU are teaching me SO. MANY. THINGS. every day. Well, let’s say you’re attempting to teach me. Whether I’m actually getting the lessons may be another thing entirely.

There was grief, the depths of which you will only know when you have your own tiny witch one day--an impossibly small person that storms into your life, shatters everything you think you know about love, then takes your hand and leads you through the ashes of your former life out into the glorious sunshine of our shared new world. Grief is directly proportional to love, so I don’t begrudge its presence in our lives over the last year. It only means that I’ve had the privilege to love you as I’ve loved no other human before.

Before your arrival, I thought I mostly had life figured out. How humbling to find that wasn’t remotely the case. Your arrival turned our entire world upside down and we are only now managing to find equilibrium again. An equilibrium, I might add, that is only achieved through constant, lightening-fast readjustments. While most people would call this “keeping us on our toes,” I think it goes deeper than that. Staying on my toes with you has involved making a profound, fundamental shift in what I thought was a known world order, a constant reassessment of what is important (surprisingly few things make this cut!!) and a release of EVERYTHING else. It is a daily, sometimes even hourly, adjustment of expectations. And that is what makes you The Hard Baby (NOT to be confused with being a bad baby!!!).

At one year old, you are ON THE MOVE. You LOVE to go outside as much as possible.  You have the most delightful gorilla crawl and travel almost at the speed of light. You are *THIS CLOSE* to walking, often letting go of whatever you’re holding onto and just balancing on your feet before plopping straight down on your butt. You are a climber, a budding musician, and a dancer with impeccable rhythm. Your athletic prowess is already evident, stunningly so, and it’s hard not to wonder where it might take you in life.

You have already managed to open the baby gate and climb the stairs, climb the green chair to reach an uncovered outlet, climbed into the open dishwasher, put spoons down the cold air return, learned how to turn on the hot water tap in the tub, open the back door, take the cover off the fireplace, and use a stool to access the knobs on the gas stove. Let's just say we're watching you like a hawk all the time.

You still have some health issues going on with your gut, but you are a happy, energetic, passionate tiny human anyway. And if this letter feels disjointed, it’s because I’ve written in singles sentences over the course of a month while chasing you around. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I love you most of all. Love, Mama

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The Seven Month Photo Shoot

7/29/2019

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We did a mini photo shoot back in April and I can't believe how much Alafair has already changed since then. I would have posted them sooner, but we got the final edits back on the same day we found out we had to stop breastfeeding and they kind of just got buried in the mess of life. But...I love them!! Thank you Opal + Olive Photography!

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Fabulous FOUR!

4/18/2019

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Dear Alice,

On this day 4 years ago, we officially started waiting for your arrival. Little bits of labor here and there told us you were coming soon, but it would be another 3 full days before you decided to make an entrance into our world. Four years have passed in the blink of an eye, but none perhaps faster (or slower) than this last year. Your birthday this coming weekend signals a fresh start for all of us as we emerge from what will forever in my mind be known as The Winter of Our Discontent.

We've been through a LOT....garage fire, TWO new schools (because the first one was awful), a new baby, a flood...and those are just the really big things. Have I mentioned before how amazing you've been through it all? Because I just can't get over it. You have shown extreme adaptability and grace far beyond your few years. You've been exceedingly patient and helpful as we all navigate this new landscape of bigger family. It seems almost diminishing to put into words, but you are just The Greatest Kid Ever. Having you around is like having my own personal sprite.

This morning we went to Albertson's to pick out the cupcakes for your birthday picnic tomorrow. We came home with an excessive amount of store-bought processed sugar (ugh, I'm dying on the inside at this). You were so excited to pick everything out. Somewhere in the back of my head, my brain was yelling at me to tell you no, put back that extra box, we don't need that many tiny cupcakes. But my heart looked at you and said, "This girl deserves every freaking cupcake in the state. You go ahead and fill our cart with chemical bliss!" so that's what we did.

Watching you turn in to your own person is endlessly fascinating. We took you to Baby Animal Days a few weeks ago. You were not remotely interested in touching anything cute and furry (not even baby rabbits!!), but you were all about petting the snakes and fish! Seriously?! You play with the babies (dolls) all the time at preschool. You LOVE "cooking" in your tiny kitchen. The other day you made me boiled hamsickers with ketchup aioli, and let me tell you--DELICIOUS. You've recently been trying on defiance like a new shirt. I'll ask you to do something and you'll say NO! and then look at me to gauge my reaction before deciding if you're going to relent. It's hard, because I want you to be assertive. But I also want you to put your shoes on...

Sometime in the last year I started writing down some of the stuff that comes out of your mouth. I imagine some of it gets lost without your perfect delivery, but it's still pretty great. I'm going to put them down below.

Happy Birthday, Sugar Bean. I love you most of all.

Love, Mama

The last photo as a family of three!

I'm just sitting here relaxing and having some joy. 12/8/18 (looking at the Christmas tree)

On discussing going sledding...
Andy: I guess it'll just be us (because I wasn't going)
Alice: Unless we see a raccoon. Then it'll be us and a raccoon. 12/10/18

Andy: What do you want for breakfast this morning?
Alice: Cereal and meat!   12/29/18

Mama, when I love you, you're beautiful. 1/5/19

I can't wait to be a grown up! You get to drink alcohol and curl ribbon with scissors! 2/14/19

While snuggling at bedtime:
Me: Alice, it's really hard when we don't have a routine isn't it?
Alice: Yes
Me: Well I wanted to tell you that you're doing so great at helping mama and dad figure it out. We're really proud of how awesome you are.
Alice: Ya, mama, I thought you were going to say "Alice, I have a snack for you."   3/1/19

Would you like to enjoy (join) us for dinner?

Don't forget my constructions (instructions)!!

At 5 a.m.: Mama, do we still have the chicken stick for snapping? (WTF...?!...upon further questioning...the wishbone from Thanksgiving.) 3/7/19

After telling her I thought there were 2 alligators in the box, one for her and one for Alafair: Mama, there's one alligator, one whale, and one flower. I guess Aunt Danyow didn't send Alafair any presents.

Alice: Do hugs and kisses come off?
Me: Never! That's why kids grow. They get so many hugs and kisses it just builds up and they get bigger and bigger.
Alice: *
Me: It's true!!
Alice: Mama. Kids grow from food and naps.
Me: Oh....right.   3/27/19

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In Pursuit of Starlight

4/11/2019

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Dear Alafair,

Yesterday you turned 28 weeks, and even though the calendar says you're not 7 months for another couple weeks, I'm saying you've been with us now for 7 whole months. I've been waiting to write this first letter most of that time because I wanted it to be a letter full of nothing but joy. But I'm realizing I can't write that letter until I get this letter out of the way. I have to tell you how hard it's been first--for us, for Alice, but mostly I imagine, for you.

Things with you went South pretty much immediately (if we're being honest, they've been hard since you were about 8 weeks in utero). You failed your hearing screening in the hospital (but passed a month later). You have severe reflux and gastrointestinal problems, including possible micro aspirations and bleeding intestines. You have struggled desperately with latch from the beginning. We have had your tongue tie clipped, taken you to THREE different physical therapists, done mouth exercises at home, seen a chiropractor, a naturepath, two different pediatricians, an allergist, and a gastroenterologist. You've had over 35 physical therapy appointments, 15 visits to the doctor's office, 12 visits to the lactation nurses, and one visit to the ER. This means that in just 196 days of being alive, you've attended over 63 appointments, and that doesn't even include the countless phone and email consultations we've had on top of that. You've tolerated an allergy panel, having blood drawn, multiple rectal exams (to gain stool samples), countless weigh-ins on cold, hard scales, abdominal palpitations, a bout with thrush, a nasty head cold right in the middle of sleep training, and a constant barrage of medicines. In an effort to make the breast milk easier to digest, I've done a total elimination diet that consists of turkey, rice, potatoes, millet, and pears. Over time I've added back in avocado, bananas, oatmeal, and chicken. To say I'm starving is not just a turn of phrase, but a literal truth, as my clothes grow larger by the day. For three months you could only latch on one side so I pumped the other side for you. Your stomach was so angry all the time that we never put you down. You woke up to eat every 30-45 minutes for five and a half straight months. The only way you could get any sleep was if you were held almost straight up and down. Your dada spent the winter walking the dark and snowy/rainy streets with you at 3 in the morning while you wailed miserably. And while this has been unimaginably hard for us, I can't help but think it's been a million times worse for you.

Upset cry face is pretty common around here.

Not one, but THREE medical professionals have told us you are “the most difficult baby” they've ever met in their careers. The first was a physical therapist who told me she used every trick she's ever learned in 50 years of practice on you, to no avail. She also said you are the loudest baby she's ever heard. Then your pediatrician told us you were the most challenging baby to treat in her entire career. And then the lactation nurse said you were the most difficult to feed baby she’s ever met. YES!!!! WE WIN!!! Hearing something like that as a parent is both validating and horrifying at the same time. I have to admit though, I feel a perverse sense of pride in this somehow, especially the scream volume. I mean, here you are, only 7 months old winning awards and breaking records all over the place! Way to be committed, baby girl.

We've aggressively pursued every possible course of treatment we could for you, both traditional and voodoo. I've had many people, including medical professionals, tell me to just give up breastfeeding, which I've refused to do. ….Until this afternoon, when I was advised that it's medically necessary (practically mandatory) for your survival. There is literally nothing left to try, and in the past month you have only gained an average of 1.6 grams per day when you should be gaining between 10-15 grams per day. Additionally, if we continue down this path, we run the risk of creating lifelong food allergies, rather than just the sensitivities that you should be able to outgrow. This was devastating news, not only because I've fought so hard for breastfeeding, but also because you are still suffering so much.

How apropos for this day. I'm just not sure how many more times we can get up.

At the moment, I am literally sick with grief. I am nauseous, my head hurts, and I can't breathe from the sobbing. It is 4 in the morning and I am lying here wondering how you will know that I love you. I was already forced to take you out of my bed and now I am being forced to cold turkey wean you at the age of 7 months, a solid year before I even planned to think about such things. So how will you know??

A while back, a very dear friend jokingly called me a witch when referencing my power to influence her cycles whenever I'm around her. It made me laugh, and I've started to think of you as my tiny witch, with your fiery disposition and Earth-shattering howls. As your physical therapist so aptly put it, you experience ALL emotions with a greater intensity than the rest of us (this is one reason I love her).

I summarize all this not to complain, but to illustrate how hard it's been for you. We came home from that appointment today with a plan to finally get you on the right track. To the detriment of your health, I nursed you one last time and these were the things I thought about as we sat there together. You were so tired and fell asleep on the breast so I just held you and watched your sweet face, your tiny fingers resting on my chest. My heart breaks that we are losing this moment far too soon. It breaks more that you are suffering. Your doctor has suggested we try this for two weeks and then try breast milk again to see how you react so we could potentially return to breastfeeding. But we both know in our hearts that this is the answer for you and that this was the last time.

You are reacting to the proteins in the milk, which are impossible to completely remove from human milk. The milk I'm producing also isn't fatty enough--not hard to believe given my diet restrictions. And because you can't seem to just catch a break, this transition is proving to be hard too. Formula tastes bad apparently, and you do NOT like it. If I thought sitting through our final breastfeeding session was hard, I had no idea how hard it would be to watch you struggle against the bottle after. And then at bedtime, you anxiously nibbled on my shoulder as you usually do and I had to turn you over for another fight with the bottle and let you go to bed hungry. I can't bear it that I can't explain to you why this is better. And I can't bear it that all of these “better” things we've had to do feel like the worst things.

And that's maybe why I can't write the letter of joy first. Because even though there has been joy, it's also been the single most challenging period of my life on all possible levels. I grieve for you and your health problems. I grieve for us as a family and the stress this has put on us as a unit. I grieve for Alice and what I thought was going to be a difficult adjustment to a new sibling, has been so much more as both her parents try desperately to balance an impossible situation. I grieve for myself, and having to give up control over the way I'd prefer to do things with you. The single most fundamental human relationship--a mother nursing her child--is causing you harm and I feel powerless to help you.

And yet... despite this PROFOUND grief...if I look deep within myself it's abundantly clear that I'm not remotely powerless. We've done this together, you and I. To call this a struggle is to call a tiger a kitten. And even though my brain keeps skipping back to, “but what if we tried X instead,” my heart knows the way forward, even as it grieves. Because one thing is clear, when you don't feel like total crap, you are joy incarnate. You are starlight and pure golden sunlight wrapped all in one. Who wouldn't want more of that? So, we will keep doing the worst things in pursuit of starlight. We will cry together, for different reasons. And hopefully you will start to get better, and we will both have fewer tears. And you will still know, my sweet, most treasured, Tiny Witch, in every cell of your body, even without breastfeeding, that my love for you runs from a place so deep, so profound, and so fierce even I can't fathom. You will know. And we will have light.

4.12.19
UPDATE
After a SINGLE day on formula, you are an entirely different human. There were mercifully no more battles over the bottle today and you were consistently in a good mood nearly the entire day. It is clear that you already felt better. We are ALL holding our breath that this is just the beginning of better times to come.

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February 21st, 2019

2/21/2019

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Dear Alice,

It's been a couple months since my last letter. I had hoped things would be better by now, but we're ALL struggling. Last week I got to hold you in the pink chair at bedtime (how are you the size of an actual kid already??!) and when we finished singing you burst into tears, turned your head to my chest and begged, “mama never let me go!” For a moment I just stopped breathing. Because I am shattered. From exhaustion. From poor, poor screamy baby that no one seems to be able to help. From the garage burning down and our stupid neighbor trying to stop the rebuild. But mostly from you and your valiant attempts to be brave and adaptable on a daily basis in the midst of this total chaos and stress. I just don't know where we got such an amazing kid (kid!! Again, when did you become a kid!?). I had to feed you some crap about how I know things are hard right now but they'll get better and we'll have lots of nuggles the next day… I mean really, was I fooling either of us??

And then tonight happened. I had you curl up with a blanket and your bunnies while we waited for Dada to shower so I could nurse Alafair and sing to you both. I looked down to see this:

And I shattered again (how is this even possible??). Because I've been singing, “One night I was dreaming/I had a baby/I was holding you in my arms/when I woke dear/I was mistaken/so I hung my head and cried,” to you since before you were born. It's the second verse to “You Are My Sunshine” of course, and I've always equated it with the long, long wait we had for your arrival. But now here we are, somehow, impossibly, on the fast approach to your 4th birthday, and you are a baby no more.

There you were, snuggling my foot (this is what we've been reduced to), making every attempt to avoid being weepy that you've been relegated to the floor while I hold another in my arms, AND managing to smile at me!! My God. I don't know how to manage love this fierce. I want to scoop you up and just never let go. And incorporating this new love into our lives has been harder than ANYTHING I've ever imagined. I actually know that we're doing the best we can right now. Stepping back to look at the big picture, we're mostly okay. But that doesn't stop me from feeling like I'm failing you in a million tiny ways every day. One day, a long time from now, you might understand. I hope you feel the ferocity of my love in the meantime. My sweet sweet girl, “You are my Sunshine, please don't take my Alice away.”

Love, Mama

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New Year's Reflections

12/28/2018

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Dear Alice

It's been a while since I wrote you a letter. A LOT has happened this year. We spent the first couple months in New Orleans and attended our first Mardi Gras together. It's an experience that will likely get pushed to the back of your mind in some vague childhood memory, but one I'll never forget.

While we were there we found out that your new baby sister was finally on her way (in fact, there she is in most of those pictures up there!), which set the tone for the rest of the year--unfortunately not the best tone as I was so sick the entire pregnancy. And that's the part I find myself reflecting on as we approach the New Year.

Having a sick mama who laid around all the time was really hard for you. Luckily for me, you are the World's Awesomest Kid and would read to me or play around me while I just laid on the floor waiting for Dada to come home from work. And even though I could see that it freaked you out a little bit, you put on a brave face and carried on with life.

My sweet sweet girl. One day you will know that this whole thing has been so much harder on me than you. I had hoped things would get better after Alafair was born, but good God, it's been the most difficult 3 months of my life.

I grieve the fact that I've not been my best self with you for nearly a third of your life. It. Kills. Me. I miss you and our everyday life that we had. When you say wistfully, “Mama, remember when we used to eat lunch together?” I curl up and die inside. Tonight I sang you two songs for bedtime while Dada held a screaming Alafair in the next room waiting for me to come feed her. I tried desperately not to rush our precious time together but it's so hard when there's a screaming baby. And you asked, as you do every night, when I could sleep with you again. I haven't told you the truth, that it will likely be a couple years and by then you will be well out of this sweet small child phase of life and not interested in such things. I barely made it out of your room before bursting into tears because I miss you so much. What I wouldn't give to have stayed curled up right there with you in my arms until I could feel your breathing slow and soften with sleep. What I'm saying is this adjustment is hard. When we finally regain our equilibrium one day, I hope we will look back together and say, that was the hardest time, but it now it is so much better. We will wonder how we ever had a life without our sweet new baby.

Here's to new beginnings in a New Year. And here's the last photo I took of you as an only child, two days before Alafair was born. Having you around is like having my own personal sprite.

Love, Mama

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