Dear Dash,
I've been writing about you here since you were eight months old and were literally Little Dash. Now you're 10 (nope), nearly five feet tall and built like a linebacker. You're old enough now to make and maintain your own memories, and to be mortified if any of your friends ever found this blog. I think it's time to pack up this space and let you create your own records of your childhood (or not) from now on.
Love,
Mama
To those of you who read here who aren't Dash, I'll be documenting our family's move from LA to Kansas here: http://hellotoallthis.com/
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Ten
When Dash was little, we literally would not allow the word "gun" to be spoken in our house. We pulled him out of a preschool because another little boy taught him to make finger guns and say "shoot." This is how we celebrated his 10th birthday. Proud moment for us as parents and left wing liberals.
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