Tag Archives: Roper Steere
28 MONTHS?!
Little Bear, Yesterday you turned twenty-eight months old. You are a rock star. A stud, rapscallion and scamp. You are a one-man circus. A comedian. You are a world full of love stuffed tight in a disheveled little body. You … Continue reading
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Steroids, Trees and Garbage Trucks
Little Bear, You are now twenty-seven months and by far our favorite son. You’re also our only son, so that makes things a little less awkward. Yay! You started out the month with a mixture of croup and the flu. … Continue reading
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25 and Live!
Dear Roper, You are now 25 months old. In the real world (that strange place outside of this blog) I no longer have to refer to your age in months. I think that two years is the universal age when … Continue reading
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