A few months ago, we taught Henry to ride a bike. He had mastered a balance bike before turning 2 and flew around the neighborhood on those tiny wheels. We thought that putting him on a pedal bike would allow him to keep up with us on family bike rides.
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.