Jude was in bed for the night when my mom came over. She picked him out of the crib and we chatted while she was holding him. She put him down and continued to socialize. A lightbulb went off over Tamara’s head and she bolted for the back door, open since Jude was asleep. We scampered round the corner and down the steps to see a waving red hoe held up by a candystriped pajama clad toddler working the land where we are planting some shrubs. Thank goodness for Jude’s green thumbs; they kept him from wandering out to the road or the paddling pool. I am still shaking as I write this.


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