Just before Everett was born, we planted a fig tree. Now it’s giving us dozens of figs a day. This isn’t a perfect metaphor, because the mandarin-orange tree that we also planted isn’t thriving so well, but let’s not think about that. Look at the figs.

Photo: Figs from the tree we planted when Evs was born

In the past few days, Everett has switched from a crib to a real bed. He’s switched from diapers to real underwear, with Elmo on his butt and an adorable aren’t-you-proud-of-me dance every time he uses the potty. He’s started saying “please” and sometimes even “thank you.”  He started preschool. And he’s eating lots of figs.

It’s almost going too fast.


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