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Building a snowman with Pa…

Grandma Pat caught some pictures during a recent visit of Niko at music class, and in the rocking chair with Jul.

…let their kids play in construction sites.

Being atheists, Easter is about eggs and candy for us. Niko was drawn to the task oriented part of egg dying. The great part about it for me is he didn’t realize that you could eat the candy. So he just played with it (great dump truck material) and I got to eat it.

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The boy is addicted to the swing. Like the postman, rain or shine, he is in the swing.

Outside of “US President,” parenthood invites advice like no other position in life. I remember a women crossing the street in Mountain View to tell me Niko should be wearing a hat (it was a frigid 55 degrees). Television seems to spark a great deal of debate as well as a huge amount of unsubstantiated advice. A short conversation on the topic can generate so many anecdotal conclusions based on corollary information it will make your head spin. Some of the smartest, creative people I know watched a huge amount of television as children. Many other brilliant people I know watched very little. Best I can tell Niko seems to be learning Spanish from Dora, counting from Sesame Street, and spelling from Word World. Does any of this evidence mean kids should watch television? No. Does it mean they shouldn’t? Nope. Much like religious debates, I find it is wise to just steer clear of the conversation.

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Last goodbyes to FL this year. Countdown to next year starting…

Niko calls M&Ms, “Nem-i-nems.” As in, “I would wike shome nem-i-nems, pwees, shank you.“

Our Fl trip always includes at least one trip down the bayou for a breakfast of oysters and beer. (OK, so technically it isn’t a bayou, but how often do you get to use the word bayou?)