Model Behavior

This past Sunday I was attempting to languish in an old and lavish pastime from my youth I like to call, “reading magazines.” When I was younger, my mom and I would spend entire afternoons laying around the living room.  And my dad would always come in covered in dirt…

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Walkie Talkie

Nate can talk. I know, I know.  I’m always proclaiming this.  But every time I do, it’s because it’s like he can actually talk now.  Each time he crosses some invisible developmental speech level, it’s just so… apparent. There are very few times when I can’t tell what he’s saying…

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Lean Out

Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:55am, 5 minutes before I’d set my alarm to go off.  I stealthily got dressed, got an exemplary free parking spot near the train station… And then proceeded to board a slow train to nowhere.  Technically it was a slow train to the city……

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Lilon Bait

The very next morning I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and saw Nate run past the door and down the hall, clutching his baybit, “Liiilon Coming!” I quick shut the door and hoped it was like me, preferring tapas over full-size entrees.

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