September 29, 2011
“It’s your last day of being one, ” I teased her. “Tomorrow you’ll be TWO!” “TWO! Tomorrow Chessa happy birfday!” she answered back, eyes gleaming. I kept dressing her. Pants go on like this, shirt over your head, give me your arms… And then, she looked up at me and said, “Chessa still young, Mommy.” [...]
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August 30, 2011
Dear Chessa, This is the last time I can (without appearing as an over-protective, doesn’t-want-her-child-to-grow-up mother) celebrate your birth on the 30th of a month that’s not September. Also, it means when people ask how old you are I have to start using years instead of months. Because one month from today you will be [...]
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