Jeremy flew to Texas today for work. He got up before Brody was awake.
Naturally, Brody wondered where daddy was, and I told him Daddy was in an airplane for work.
At which point, Brody started to chant, "Dahhdeee apane wwwerrrkkkkk....dahhdeee apane wwwerrrkkkkk...."
Last night I was actually glad when Brody mispronounced moon by saying "noom." Then this morning he is making 3 word sentences.
It struck me that parenting is a constant dichotomy between simultaneously bursting with pride at your child's accomplishments, and yearning for the time he did not have so many.
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That is such a true statement. I was trying to help Fintan say his name correctly today and then I thought how sad I'll be when he doesn't say "Tintan" anymore.
And as grandparents we share these exact sentiments.
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