Over winter break, we helped Henry quit his pacifier habit. He had been addicted to the pacifier since infancy, when we foisted it upon him until he learned to like it. He was a calmer baby than Eleanor, and I’m still not sure whether that can be credited to the personality or the paci.
When Henry was about a year old, Greg and I started to talk about having another baby. We were out on a walk, pulling the kids in a wagon, and they were so darling together, with Eleanor singing and Henry giving hearty belly laughs. I imagined Thanksgiving and Christmas with three kids or get-togethers in 20 years with all of those adult children.
Blogs are one of my favorite sources for finding books to read. I think, however, that I might learn more about a person based on the books that she leaves unfinished. I used to be a stickler for finishing books, and even when I didn’t enjoy them, I persevered. Perhaps school engrained this habit. In the past few years, I’ve become much more willing to set aside a book because I know there is too little time to read all of the books.