Today, Sunday, Oct. 7, 2012, marks my daughter's first birthday.
It's hard to believe a year has already passed, but then I look at my son, who will be 6-year-old in April, and I realize how quickly the time can get away from you.
Recently, on her own, and I'm sure as a signal to tell her mother and me that she is growing up, Jillian has given up both her bottle and pacifier. No issues. No scream-fests. Just done. Good job, baby. I hope potty training is just as easy.
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Don't touch the hair
So, last week was Spirit Week in the Kennett School District. This was my son's first real experience with Spirit Week, which consisted of:
* Monday - Crazy Hat Day
* Tuesday - Mustache Day
* Wednesday - Mix Match Day
* Thursday - Crazy Hair Day
* Friday - Black and Gold day
Regular readers of this column may remember that last October, while writing about how kids grow up fast, I mentioned that my son had developed a hair style.
Recently, it became known as the "field/ bush" hair style, as he told me the top, which is combed straight, resembles a field, and the front, which is spiked up, resembles a bush.
As it turns out, my son's first real Spirit Week was a non-event for him, as he only participated in one day -- Black and Gold Day.
He didn't want to wear a hat on Monday because it would mess up his hair.
No mustache on Tuesday because he said he doesn't like mustaches.
No mixing and matching on Mix Match Day because, well, actually, that was more my fault than his. But how are you supposed to mix match a little boy who prefers T-shirts and jeans? He would've probably shot down the idea anyway.
On Thursday, we thought we had broken the streak when, as I was getting him ready, he told me he wanted to spike his hair up. As soon as I got it spiked up, he changed his mind and went back to the field/bush style.
Friday was our winner as earlier in the week he told us he wanted to wear black pants and a gold shirt. Mission accomplished. Field/bush style and all.
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Rest in Peace,
Those who know me are probably aware that my wife is a dog groomer. She kicked off her business in 2010, and since that time, has befriended many of the area's canine population.
If you know my wife, you know she is probably the biggest animal lover you'll ever meet. Her passion for these four-legged creatures knows no bounds and she gets quite attached to her clientele. Some of which she goes out of her way to spend time with -- I'm looking at you Sophie Schilp.
In getting attached to these animals, she also becomes emotionally involved. I'm not saying that this is a bad thing, but as with anything you become emotionally involved with, your heart breaks when something happens to them.
Unfortunately for my wife, on Thursday, she received some bad news about one of her favorite clients, Charles Winston. I know he was a favorite because she pointed his picture out to me at the Delta Fair talking about how cute he was.
Jade knew he was in bad health, and had kind of prepared herself for the news, but when she told me that he had passed, I could see the sadness in her eyes.
To Nick and Melissa, I'd like to pass our families condolences to you and say that if there's anything we can do, just let us know.
George Anderson is the managing editor of the Daily Dunklin Democrat.