3 years already

Addison my little love, 

I can’t call you my baby anymore, you are 3 now, time flies and I have not updated your becoming addison site for a while (2 years). What a shame!!

I realized how difficult it is to see you growing up so fast.

Yesterday, you were breastfeeding, today, you eat sandwich, salad, french fries, fruits and popcorn.

I was warned you will become a little girl quickly and indeed you have.

During those last few months, due to a world pandemic ( we will explain), We had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with you and you have changed so much in front of our eyes, becoming stronger daily, faster, more talkative, more secure about who you are, more bossy and sassy.

I love that transformation in you, except when you correct my english (I will surely need to up my game now!!).

You are now a little girl, with authority and will.

Know that I will always be here for you. 

Your hugs and kisses are priceless and I hope the fountain where they are from will not run dry too fast.

Sadly, you are 3 and you will have no memories of those moments shared together, we have a collection of pictures and videos of you. You have no idea how much we love you and how important you are.

I will see you for movie night.

Love you 

Daddy.  

Ma petite fille

Ma petite fille,

Dans quelques jours ce sera ton anniversaire, 6 mois déjà, comme le temps passe vite !! Alors je te souhaite  un  très très bon anniversaire, un peu en avance !!.
Pour moi , ces 6 mois sont aussi passés très vite. Ils ont été une période d’ attention, d’observation.  Je suis attentive à tout ce qui se rapporte à toi et je ne veux rien rater. Je vais d’étonnement en étonnement !!
Récemment,  je t’ai vu  assise sur le canapé,  comme une grande, sans coussins pour te caler. Je t ‘ai vu aussi lors de  ton premier cours  de natation à la piscine avec ton papa, je t’ai vu également assise dans une citrouille pour fêter ton tout premier Halloween,… ma-gni-fi-que  et bien d’ autres situations !!! Un pur régal …
Chaque semaine ta maman poste photos et vidéos te concernant et je dois dire  que j attends ce moment là avec impatience.  Il y a aussi Skype. Ah ! Skype quelle invention ! .J’ai la chance de te voir en direct et c’est toujours un moment  délicieux .Je peux alors vraiment  me rendre compte  de tous tes progrès. Pendant tous ces mois, j’ai vu ton visage changer, de nouveau né tu es devenue un adorable bébé, j ai vu tes gestes saccadés devenir un peu plus sûrs mais pas encore tout à fait,. j’ai même remarqué que tes cheveux poussaient !! J’adore  ton énergie débordante et on peut déjà se rendre compte de la force que tu as dans ces petites jambes qui s ‘activent allègrement. Tu gigotes, tu sautes, tu débordes d’énergie, tu es  pleine de vie .
Dans ces moments, j’aime aussi  entendre ta voix. Tu émets des sons très trognons et j’ai parfois l’impression que tu vas parler. Non, pas encore, patience…. Ces babillements sont  tellement doux à mes  oreilles que je les attends, je les guettent, je les espèrent  !!!. Un jour,  tu me parleras…
Lorsque je te vois sourire,  ton visage s’éclaire, et là, je ne peux résister, je fonds…..Quoi de plus  beau que le sourire d’un bébé et surtout le tien bien entendu !!!!
Je ne peux pas m ’empêcher de t’identifier à ton papa bien sûr. Je le revois au même âge que toi. Il était si beau ce bébé, avec ses grands yeux,  souriant, il faisait notre joie, mon orgueil. Je suis totalement troublée par votre très grande ressemblance.  A chaque fois, c’ est  un très grand bond en arrière, émouvant  rempli de souvenirs doux qui me reviennent en mémoire, sans nostalgie ou presque,  juste un très très grand plaisir.
Tu es tellement jolie  que je suis complètement sous ton charme mais, qui ne le serait pas ?
Pour que tout soit vraiment parfait il me manque quand même deux petites choses, La première chose qui me manque, c’est  ton odeur, l’odeur de ta peau et sa douceur . Il y a aussi bien sûr ces bisous que je ne peux pas te faire et c’est un immense manque. J’aimerais tellement te serrer tout contre moi, enfouir ma tête tout contre toi,  te couvrir de mille bisous.
Je suis vraiment reconnaissante et contente que tes parents me donne la possibilité de pouvoir te voir chaque semaine. Cette chance, tous les grands parents ne l’ont pas, moi si et je la savoure.
La nuit, quand il m arrive d’être réveillée,  je repense à toutes ces images et  je peux me rendormir, sereine et heureuse de  tout le bonheur  que tu as amené dans ma vie.
Tu es là bas, loin,  bien sûr, mais quand même si près grâce à toutes ces nouvelles technologies. Quelle chance de pouvoir être dans cette époque qui permet ce genre de rapprochement, une aubaine, alors j’en profite !!!
Le bonheur que je ressens à partager ces quelques petits moments de ta vie chaque semaine n’a aucun prix. Je le vit, je le savoure, c’est tout.
Je ne cesserai  jamais de te dire quelle joie de t’avoir,  tu es un soleil dans ma vie et combien je t’aime  fort.
À très bientôt ma poupée.

L’amour d’une Grand Mere

Addison, ma chérie !!
Avant de t’écrire ces quelques mots, ma petite puce, j’avoue avoir beaucoup hésité.
Tu sais,  l’ histoire de notre famille est un peu difficile. Quand on commence à l’évoquer, il est difficile d’éviter à certains  souvenirs enfouis depuis longtemps de remonter à la surface !!
 Pourtant,  il n’y a rien de dramatique au point de dissimuler les choses, non bien sûr !! C’est juste ce que moi, ta grand mère ait vécu,  ait ressenti, c’est tout. C’est une partie de mon histoire donc  un peu celle de ton papa et  par conséquent un peu de la tienne.  En gros, voilà…
Une  quinzaine de jours après ta naissance, nous avons atterri à JFK. Quand je dis nous, c’est moi et Jean Luc, on va dire, ton second grand père, mon mari. Ton papa est venu nous accueillir à l’aéroport après un bon temps de vol.  Il y avait 4 ans que je ne l’avais pas pris  dans mes bras, pour de vrai. Tu te rends compte, 4 ans. Pour une maman c’est inimaginable et pourtant !!! Tu peux facilement comprendre ma joie, immense,  et aussi une petite crainte !!!
 En fait, cette nouvelle rencontre c’est passée sans embûches !!. Il est vrai que  nous sommes restés tous les deux sur notre réserve, comme des gens timides !! Comme des gens très bien élevés peut être trop et qui ne montrent rien. La pudeur, la crainte de montrer ses sentiments, ses faiblesses… C’est bête, c’est vrai mais, en tout cas,  c’est comme ça que cette rencontre s’est passée. , Le temps aussi a passé, l’éloignement…..4 ans c’est long….
Après avoir vaincu les embouteillages ,  nous avons enfin rejoint l’appartement de tes parents à Manhattan .Tu n’y étais pas, tu étais déjà à  Poughkeepsie avec ta maman, vous nous attendiez.
Après une nuit de sommeil,  courte à cause du décalage horaire et un excellent café accompagné de croissants tout chauds cuits par ton papa, nous sommes partis Jean Luc et moi à l’assaut des boutiques  pour y faire des achats.
 C’était magnifique, on y était à New York et on y était bien, très bien !! Deux vrais gamins en balade . Achats divers, restos, la journée à été parfaite, fatiguante mais peu importe…on était à New York !! On a vraiment beaucoup beaucoup aimé ce moment !!!
En fin de journée et après son travail,  comme convenu, ton papa nous a recuperé  et nous avons pris la route pour aller vers vous, vers toi Addison et vers Tracy ta maman.
La route m’a paru longue et durant  ce trajet bien qu’alimente par des conversations,  je ne cessais de penser à vous deux, ,Tracy et toi, que j’allais rencontrer pour la première fois.
Je l’ai fait dix milles fois dans ma tête ce chemin qui me menerait jusqu’à vous,  mais là,  il était au bout de cette route, interminable.
Enfin, on arrivait à votre maison.J’avais hâte de vous découvrir, toi et ta maman. On est descendu de la voiture. C’est ta maman que j’ai vu en premier parce qu’elle a ouvert la porte..  Bien sûr que je l’ai reconnue !!! Je l’ai vu sur Skype,  mais jamais en vrai. Elle était là, pareille, la même que sur Skype, souriante, charmante, un peu gênée par la situation, comme moi d’ailleurs.C’est normal, on voulait se faire bonne impression mutuellement.
 Après les salutations d’usage, on a pris les escaliers et je me rapprochais de toi. Maintenant,  c’était toi que j’allais rencontrer, pour la première fois !!
Cette première fois, je ne voulais en  rater aucun détail. Je voulais l’imprimer pour ne jamais l’oublier. Elle  était donc très très importante. Il n’y aura jamais d’autre d’occasion de faire une  première fois !!!
Donc, bien sûr, le stress montait, montait…
Enfin, j’y étais. Après quelques minutes,  je ne me souviens plus vraiment qui t’a mis dans mes bras si c’est ton papa ou ta maman,  mais enfin tu étais là..,. Je suis immédiatement bien évidemment tombée sous ton charme.
Toi, toute petite, si fragile dans mes bras !!! Je vivais intensément ce moment de grand bonheur. Je pouvais te toucher, t’embrasser. J’avais tellement espéré et attendu ce moment, Je ne pouvais pas détourner mon regard de ton visage.
 Comme tu ressemblais à ton papa à cet âge là, s’en était troublant .
A ce moment là, j’ai été beaucoup perturbé vraiment. En effet,  tu étais le portrait trait pour trait de ton papa au même âge . Une grande confusion s’est emparée de moi. Mon passé et pas forcément le meilleur au meilleur moment, m’est revenu en plein visage, comme un boomerang !!
De la joie bien sûr, évidemment,  beaucoup,  devant un si petit être, et aussi une profonde
 tristesse car 45 ans  plus tôt, les mêmes gestes, le premier contact avec mon bébé, ton papa avait été si difficiles pour moi. J’ai revecu à nouveau ce moment là.  Ce moment a aussi été accentué par ton incroyable ressemblance avec ton papa, mon fils.
 A la naissance de ton papa, toutes les choses n’ont pas été simples, évidentes, dans la famille, et il m’en reste encore quelques séquelles que le temps applani peu à peu, lisse. Néanmoins, on oublie rien et un visage, une situation peut faire resurgir certaines choses. C’est ce qui s’est passé là !!
Malgré cet épisode de ma vie, disons le clairement, cdifficile, jamais oublié,  tu vois Addison, j’ai bien vécu, très bien vécu.
J’ai parcouru une partie du globe , j’ai rencontré beaucoup  de gens,  différents, passionnants,  que j’ai aimé et qui m’ont aimé  et aujourd’hui je suis riche de tout ça. Je ne vais donc pas pleurer sur le passé, non,  mais je vais te dire que je ne les aies pas oublié et que je n’oublierai jamais.
 Toi, par ta venue dans notre famille,  tu les as fait ressurgir comme par magie mais tu  as aussi fait en sorte d’aplanir les  ressentiments lourds, négatifs, qui n’apportent rien.
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Depuis ta naissance, j’ai aussi la joie et le bonheur de retrouver ton papa  souriant, disponible. J’ai eu aussi la chance d’avoir rencontré ta maman !!. Ta maman est pour toi, la plus parfaite des mamans. Attentionnée, aimante, elle veille à chaque geste et à chaque moment de ta vie !! Tu ne peux rêver mieux et cela me rassure.Pour moi, elle a été généreuse, attentionnée.
J’ai, de sa part depuis mon retour en France,  multitude de photos de toi, vidéos qu’elle envoie. Je suis une grand mère comblée. Je peux te voir dans des belles petites robes et tenues dans différents moments  de ta vie loin de moi. Ça m’enchante et en même temps ça me fait mal de te savoir si loin de moi.
En conclusion je dirais donc que ta naissance à fait exploser dans son meilleur sens  le lien familial pour le bonheur de tous !!
Je suis très très heureuse et très fière d’être ta grand mère,  tu me fais rajeunir, chut, on m m’a dit,  et c’est très agréable et merveilleux
J’ espère que ta vie sera des plus enrichissante, merveilleuse, douce et que nous aurons à l’avenir,  l’occasion de partager plein de choses.
À très vite mon bébé d’amour !!
Ta grand mère qui pense à toi chaque jour.

A Grandmother’s Love

Allison, my darling!!

Before I decided to write these few words, my little chip, I have to confess, i hesitated a lot. You know, the history of our family is a bit difficult. When we begin to evoke it, it is difficult to avoid certain memories buried for a long time to rise to the surface!! Yet, there is nothing dramatic to the point of concealing things, of course not!! It’s just what I, your grandmother, has experienced, felt, that’s all. It’s a part of my story so a little bit like your dad’s and therefore a little bit of yours. Basically, here …

About fifteen days after your birth, we landed at JFK. When I say we, it’s Jean Luc and I, we’re going to say, your second grandfather, my husband. Your daddy came to greet us at the airport after a good flight time. It was four years since I had taken him in my arms. You realize, 4 years. For a mom it’s unimaginable and yet !!! You can easily understand my joy, huge feeling, and also a little fear!!!

In fact, this new meeting went without any pitfalls!! It is true that we both stayed on our reserve, like shy people!! As well-behaved people can be too and who just show nothing. The modesty, the fear of showing our feelings, our weaknesses … It is stupid, it is true but, in any case, this is how this meeting happened.
Time spent, distance ….. 4 years is long ….

After conquering traffic jams, we finally reached your parents’ apartment in Manhattan. You were not there, you were already in Poughkeepsie with your mom, waiting for us. After a night of sleep, short because of the jet lag and an excellent coffee accompanied by hot croissants cooked by your dad, we left, Jean Luc and I to storm the shops in order to make purchases. It was beautiful, we were in NYC and we were feeling good, very good!! Two kids walking the street. Shopping, restaurants, the day was perfect, tiring but no matter … we were in New York!! We really loved that moment!!!

At the end of the day and after his work, as agreed, your dad got us back and we took the road to you two, to you Addison and to Tracy your mother. The road seemed to me long and during this journey, although fed by conversations, I kept thinking about the two of you, Tracy and you, that I was about to meet for the first time. I have made this journey ten thousand times in my head, which would lead me to you, but there it was at the end of this road, interminable. Finally, we arrived at your house. I was eager to discover you and your mother. We got off the car. It’s your mom that I saw first because she opened the door… Of course I recognized her!!! I saw her through Skype, but never in real life. She was there, the exact same, smiling, charming, a little embarrassed by the situation, like me as well. It’s normal, we wanted to make a good impression on each other. After the usual greetings, we took the stairs and I came closer to you. Now, it was you I was going to meet, for the first time!! This first time, I did not want to miss any details. I wanted to print it and never forget it. So it was very, very important. There will never be another opportunity to do a first time!!!

So, of course, the stress rose, rose … Finally, I was there. After a few minutes, I do not really remember who put you in my arms if it was your dad or your mom, but you were there ..,. I immediately fell under your spell. You, very small, so fragile in my arms!!! I lived intensely this moment of great happiness. I could touch you, kiss you. I had hoped so much and waited for that moment, I could not turn my gaze away from your face.  As you looked like your dad at that age, this was disturbing. At that time, I was very much shocked. Indeed, you were the portrait of your dad at the same age. A great confusion has seized me. My past and not necessarily the best at the best moment, has returned to my face, like a boomerang!! Joy of course, obviously, many, before such a small being, and also a deep Sadness because 45 years earlier, the same gestures, the first contact with my baby, your dad had been so difficult for me. I dreamed again that moment. This moment was also accentuated by your incredible resemblance to your father, my son.  At the birth of your papa, all things have not been simple, obvious, in the family, and I still have some sequels that the time gradually, smooth. Nevertheless, one forgets nothing and a face, a situation can make certain things reappear. That’s what happened there!!

Despite this episode of my life, let’s say it clearly, difficult, never forgot, You see Addison, I lived well, very well lived. I have traveled a part of the globe, I met many people, different, exciting, whom I loved and who loved me and today I am rich of all that. So I’m not gonna cry over the past, no, but I’ll tell you that I have not forgotten them and that I will never forget. You, by your coming into our family, made them reappeared as if by magic, but you also made sure to iron out the heavy, negative resentments that bring nothing. Since your birth, I also have the joy and the happiness to find your dad smiling, available. I was also lucky to have met your mom!! Your mother is for you, the most perfect of mothers. Watchful, loving, she watches every gesture and every moment of your life!! You could not have dream better and it reassures me. With me, she was generous, considerate. I have, since my return to France, a multitude of photos of you and videos she sends.

I am a very pleased grandmother. I can see you in beautiful little dresses and outfits in different moments of your life away from me. It delights me and at the same time it hurts to know you so far away from me. In conclusion, I would say that your birth has made exploded, in its best sense, the family bond for the happiness of all!! I am very happy and very proud to be your grandmother, you make me young again, Hush, I was told, and it is very pleasant and what a wonderful feeling. I hope that your life will be most rewarding, wonderful, sweet and that we will have the opportunity in the future to share many things.

To see each other very quickly my baby that I love !!
Your grandmother who thinks of you every day

Morning Smiles

Addison,

My little baby. You are 3.5 months old. Unbelievable. I still can’t make it, you are here. This is surreal.

I have to admit you are so cute, day after day, I am staring at you and the only thing that I am seeing is beauty, innocence and smiles.

Those smiles that I am craving for every morning, they make my day. You are an impressively happy baby in the morning and your positivity is contagious.

Every morning Tracy and I want to make sure that we are not missing anything, such an amazing sight.

Now, the downside of you (there is one) (a tiny one), your cries, those loud heavy screams, those unstoppable cries.

Like the other day, you were sleeping like a baby, peaceful and relaxed until you woke up at wholefood just prior the finish line and here you came. That was one efficient tantrum and quite loud I should say.
But baby girl, you have to relax, you are hurting yourselves in screaming like this.

Don’t forget, I am only the dad, meaning I am literally defenseless in front of you. So I will greatly appreciate if you could play fare with me.

Just saying!!!

I am so proud of you. You made it through the day care and you are doing great. Ignoring us as we are leaving as if we were not important.
I feel the French touch in you.

I love you anyway, more than you will ever know.

Your Dad

2 Months

Dear Addison,

You are 2 months old already, still hard to pronounce and to think about it. But how beautiful the sound of it is. You are now more than ever the light in our life, the sunshine every morning and our full moon every night. Time goes by so fast, and you are growing so quickly.

Smiles, your smiles are surprising us all the time, a new one daily, a new expression, a new attitude. How many more do you have for us?? You are so charming, it is to die for. 

Your sharpness is amazing for your age, already fighting to stand and walk. The strength in those arms and legs is mind blowing. The way you hold your head is fascinating and showing how determined you are to tackle that new life of yours in a fashion similar to your amazing mother. 

As a Taurus, life to you will be like a game that you will play on your terms, you will succeed my love.

My baby, i am so proud to be your father.

Happy birthday
Dad

 

Pure Love

Addison,

Your grandmother, my mom, wrote me a beautiful email which showed me how much she misses me. This letter, email, was heartbreaking and painful to read as I understood how deep she was hurt.
The pain inflicted by the absence of her son was horrible, and still is. She assumed I left France to leave in a different country because of her, to be away from her. She has lived all those years without voicing her pain, and torn feelings.

What she never knew is to be able to live here was not without suffering on my part. Maybe and certainly a different type of pain but the hurtful feeling of missing her was constant, after all she is my mother, she is my first true love.
I have always admire my mom, what she did for us, for me. I never knew how to say thank you but I never cease to love her.

Today, thanks to you, the family is reunited and we will enjoy each other as much as possible. I will never forget the day my mom was staring at you and her love for you took the form of tears dropping on your chubby cheeks. Tears of Happiness.
The circle of Life brought us together with lots of love to offer and share between each other without limitations.

You don’t know that today but it is your doing which cleared those walls surrounding our hearts.

You are pure Love.

Dad

Baby Girl is coming soon

Dear Addison,

As your Papa massages my feet as he has religiously done almost every night since they’ve begun swelling up we are talking about your arrival.  Neither of us can believe my due date is just eight days away.  Within the next two weeks you will be the center of our world.  We have your sleeping arrangements figured out, both here in the city as well as upstate.  We are coming up with a plan on how to handle night feedings and most importantly we’ve decided that I will handle all things input (aka breastfeeding) and he will tackle output (aka wet & dirty diapers).  Teamwork at it’s best! 

With Hillsong United playing in the background we are thinking about the day we finally get to meet you. Who are you going to look like? Will you have my freckles? Will you have his eyes? And personality? What traits will come from us and which will come from your grandparents? What will you have taken from hearing me and Papa day in and day out?  So many questions I’m dying to have the answers to… but patiently we will wait.

Countdown continues…..

Women Body

A Woman’s Body

I know, it is a weird title for a baby blog but we must admit how fascinating.
Being the spectator of human evolution is quite a ride. I am, daily, confronted by it, just looking over my shoulder in that bed which is shrinking in size daily as my partner is growing a little girl inside of her.
Men never give enough credit to women for going through what they are handling silently or not.
The changes occurring in the body are a true wonder of life.  The human body is by essence such an incredible machine.  I always knew about it but to be living it is a total different story.
Each week brings its own mystery of engineering which help create a mini human in full form with full brain cell and feelings. It is insane to imagine how complex the human body is and how mystical the changes are. The precision is perfect, the evolution is made step by step and each step has its goal.
Mother Nature has been organizing this forever and she does it to perfection.

Women are magical.  Unbelievable.

To come back to your mother, Addison, you have no idea what is she going through to provide you with skin, bones, organs, brain cells etc…
Her body has known some interesting developments; her boobs are huge (to my pleasure before you take over), she gains little weight but expended a lot as you are taking more space, allowing you to grow to your final size.
She is currently suffering shortness of breath, daily high Acid reflex attacks, cankles (lack of ankle) as her feet are expanding, back aches, eyes issues, depravation of sleep, and rashes in different location of her body.

Besides those inconveniences, her smile has never left her, her mood is still so positive (besides a few hormonal spikes – I will tell you some stories later). She wants you so badly that whatever her body is putting her through, she will accept the torture with a smile, maybe a tear, but she will never let you down.  Your mom is an incredible woman.

I am definitively fascinated and even more respectful today than I was yesterday.
I am turning to politics for just a second. It is absolutely disgusting to me that men are deciding what is good for women and their bodies in bills which are taking us back to the middle age. Their ignorance has no boundaries and I am ashamed for them. How dare they?
Men have not and will never reach the strength women have.
Men should have no say in what is good or bad for women, since they don’t know what they are going through.

My mother told me how to respect women when I was a child, but she failed to mention how incredible their bodies and their spirit are.
I am so happy that you will be a woman, as I know you will have the heart and the strength of your mom, my Love.

7 weeks to go…..
You are real now, see you soon Addison.
Daddy

13 Weeks left

Is it not a scary thought???
Before, not so long ago or maybe it was, we were counting in months.
People were telling us, “Oh don’t worry, you have plenty of time, she won’t be here untill May, it is in 9 months….”
The question was, time for what?
Time to get used to the idea of having a baby.  Time to get ready for parenthood and the new way of life; to redesign the house, to buy new furniture, get new clothes, think about the nanny, find a pre-k school, understand how much she is about to cost, to prepare and schedule her future, to start saving and investing money???
That’s what people meant by “you have time”.
Well, reality is way different I tell you.
We have now 13 weeks left and the only thing we know and have ready is a bank account for college.
As funny and ironic as it is, the rest is not set up nor even agreed upon us yet.  We are still debating the color of the furniture, the color of the curtains (even if she has purchased them already) and many more details.
So these 13 weeks feel really short right now and it is definitively not stress free.
Oh my, being ready is a big deal…
I am convinced we will be more organized soon, eventually, if we succeed to stop changing our mind every other day with what to get for the apt and the necessity of it.
Have you been to Buy Buy Baby?  That store is scary.
When you go there, you must have a road map with you with a full list of what you need. Otherwise you will drown in your thoughts and doubts. The place is so overwhelming.
While walking in the city, I find myself avoiding the street with that store because I’m just afraid to be sucked in.
We were looking for a bassinet….oh boy, that was an easy one.
First of all, what on earth is a bassinet?? Definition:  a baby’s wicker cradle, usually with a hood.
Well, i have never ever assumed in my life that choosing a bassinet (which seems so simple) would be so complicated.
There is a bassinet in wood, some on balance, some with their own automated swinging movements, some rocking, some with their own music integrated, some for naps only, some for travelling, some for……..oh my god.
While there I was trying to imagine what my mom had when i was a baby, I doubt she had one for each possible moment of the day. Simplicity is the key, but man, it is like buying a car, you almost want to try them first…
It is ridiculous the level of technologies integrated in such a simple item.
The worst part is every every single thing you need or want to buy is so complex with so many options that it is impossible to find one that match your needs, unless you spend a week inside the store and try them all.
As parents, we want the best for our child, and it is very hard to pick something (a) that we both like, (b) that will useful for more than a week, and (c) useful period.
Addison, you need to know that the struggle is real.   We are definitively behind schedule but Tracy and I are great under pressure so I can guarantee you that you will not notice anything….
Love you
D