My almost-four-year-old son said, I've been fighting bad guys all my life. Me, too, Asmund.
His term for good guys is happy guys. He's onto something.
At the Ren Fest last Saturday, my heart lit up when I was listening in to Asmund and four other children in one of the play structures. "Hello, my name is Asmund," he said to them. He's often shy, but it was a breakthrough time, open to meeting other children on his own.
Carrie:
Asmund's grocery list: chicken noodles, beef, sausage, peas, chicken, eggs, cheese for cheesie peas. Hum...maybe i should feed him more meat...
Wystan just gave me a long hug. Without asking to nurse. Which is sweet because I've been telling him for thirty minutes how frustrated I am with his up all night routine. My kids make me want to be a better parent.
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