long days

Forget bemoaning the generation of kids who are growing up with no knowledge of cassettes, records, CDs, whatever. TJ is the first kid I have met who is growing up ignorant of a time when toothbrushes didn't sing. I tried to hand her such a relic today. She looked at it. And looked at me. "Music?" she said, nonplussed.

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Lucy raced out of her room yesterday, clutching a silver frame to her chest. "Mom! Look at this!" she said breathlessly. It was a framed copy of her birth announcement. "It says my name on it! Lucy! And it has a picture of me from when I was being born!" The photo is from a few minutes after she was born, because it struck me as kind of grisly to include a live shot of a c-section on her birth announcement, but whatever. I explained to her that it was a birth announcement, that we had sent it to everyone we knew when she was born to let them know that she was alive and well and weighed six pounds, ten ounces. "And to tell them that you were going to keep me?" she added. Well yes. That too.