Meet Mollie Elisabeth. She is the daughter of our friends Will and Anna, and this baby’s entrance into this world less than two weeks ago was exciting not only because new babies are always exciting, but because Anna was on bed-rest over half her pregnancy (you can read more about that over on her blog). Holding her baby also meant finally standing up and walking with her, moving around with her, and going back out into this wide wonderful world with her. James and I went down to visit this new little family last weekend and I am so happy to share a couple of the pictures today.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramIt’s his birthday today, but we maybe told him it was tomorrow (which is actually Etta’s birthday 🤷♀️), because the past 48 hours have been a special brand of disaster that I hope never to repeat. Anyone who knows toddlers knows that they only function between a 4-7 on an emotional scale of 1-10, with all numbers above and below looking the same: tears. Being really ill yesterday? 2. The emotions of moving? 1 or 9 depending on the moment. Add a birthday to that and you have a tiny brain literally short circuiting from emotion. But all the same- Happy birthday Henry Wilberforce. Being your mother is the most intense joy and privilege. Or, as you would say in your own special way of referring to size: it’s a big chunk honor.I recently pried an entire scoop of mud and 2 rocks from Etta’s mouth but girlfriend will not tolerate a single bite of ANY fruit. She acts like strawberries are straight poison, but recently downed 3 tacos that the rest of us deemed too spicy. She loves broccoli, hates blueberries. One thing I have learned as a parent: you cannot make a child eat. So about a year ago, I stopped fighting meal battles. I choose what to offer and when, they choose what to eat and how much. That’s it. Don’t like dinner? Get comfy till breakfast. And you know what? When I stop fighting, they stop resisting, and we all eat better. Because here’s the thing: I would eat exclusively tacos if I could, and I also only like my drink in one specific cup. I get it, the pickiness. Learning to eat is part of learning to live, and when I recognized that my job is about forming and responding to habits and tastes, instead of forcing the right number of calories in- it is so freeing. I do not always have a healthy relationship with food, and I desperately want that for my kids. What are the parenting battles that you find it better (not to be confused with easier!), not to fight? [Best tacos in the city are these, from @tacobamba ]