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What a bunch of babies! Operation corral the kids for grandma grandma’s birthday made for one heck of a Sunday dinner. by @daceface

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📍Bristol, RI by @daceface

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The many faces of Sil. by @daceface

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2 months ago

Two feels different. Not because you’re any less my baby, but because your little personality is impossible to miss.

You call me Muh Muh. Then there’s Dadddddyyyy... drawn out just long enough to make it abundantly clear who the current favorite is.

You ask for wudder with the confidence of someone raised at the Jersey Shore. You request Miss Mary Mack on repeat, announce every train like it’s breaking news, and can derail an entire soccer game because there’s a frog on the window that simply cannot be ignored. Yogies are their own food group. Jellybeans are magic. Poop is comedy.

You think we’re a 24-hour diner, happily waking us in the middle of the night to request an apple.

You wave at strangers until they smile back. When you’re excited, your eyebrows shoot up, your mouth makes the perfect little “O,” and your whole body joins the celebration. You don’t walk into our hugs—you get a running start. You don’t give kisses; you simply lean your forehead toward us.👑

Your body bends like rubber. Your opinions don’t. When you tell us to “sit down,” we sit.

Uncle Pacski makes you laugh until you can’t breathe, but no one tops Papa Joey. You already know every turn to Cousin Lizzie’s house. And somewhere along the way, you’ve decided you have three homes: ours, Maia’s with Saturday breakfasts in pajamas, and Grandma and Papa Joey’s, where there’s always food, a garden to explore, and Great Grandma watching you with wonder.

You’re so beautifully both your dad and me—making friends wherever you go until your social battery quietly runs out. Mornings begin with dance parties with Muh Muh. Nights end with Daddy’s magical stories.

I know next year you’ll be someone new. Wudder will become water. Different songs, different jokes, different favorite things. So I’m writing down this version of you before she slips away, because these tiny, ordinary details are the ones I never want to lose.

Happy 2nd Birthday, Silly. You make our world so much brighter. 🤍 by @daceface

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3 months ago

Wanna guess how many adults it took to keep this Energizer Princess entertained this weekend? Over 5 Under 10. by @daceface

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📍Lake George by @daceface

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4 months ago

@classickids_greenwich 2.0- ↕️ Version by @daceface

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6 months ago

There are so many sides to our Silly girl and @classickids_greenwich captures em all!!! by @daceface

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6 months ago

There is nothing more frustrating than watching the people you love most step into beautiful, life changing moments and realizing time and responsibility won’t let you show up the way you once did.

Back when it was easy. When you could hop in the car at the drop of a hat, responsible only for yourself. If a friend called, you went.

Now, you’re suspended in the Sisyphean slow churn of the group text: next month? the one after? maybe the next?

And then, every so often, serendipity does you a solid.

You order something unremarkable, (an humidifier) and somehow it ends up at your friend’s house in Massachusetts. An accident, but also an opening. A reason to finally meet her new baby girl, born after two wonderfully wild boys. You reach out to the others, half expecting the usual scheduling dance, but this time, by some small miracle, they’re free.

The four of you sit down to dinner, like you’ve done a thousand times before. Only now, you savor clean clothes, uninterrupted conversation, and the quiet surprise of being together again.

The next morning is slow. You linger with one friend and her family, then ride along with her and her daughter to meet another. You watch her play with a perfectly handsome little boy, born within weeks of the girl, already armed with the most delightfully joyous smile. Each baby folds into their mother, as if they haven’t yet realized they are separate beings.

The morning after that, brunch. You listen to stories about playground crushes, play MASH and tag along for new ballet slippers. At the table, that same little girl gently feeds a bottle to the baby you met the day before.

To anyone else, it might all seem ordinary. Quiet, even mundane.

But when you’ve loved these women for nearly twenty years, nothing about it is small. You see the accumulation of a lifetime. There has been a subtle, astonishing transformation of your friends into something like superheroes.

This weekend, serendipity did me a solid, and my heart has rarely felt so full by @daceface

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6 months ago

Frick and Frack Frolic in a Field Forming Familiar Faces.
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Say that 10 times fast 😉 by @daceface

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🐣☦️🥚🍞💐🪻🐥🐇 2026
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Shout Out to The Bev and her preservation prowess. Vintage (aka was mine) @tartine.et.chocolat for the win! by @daceface

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Why have one Easter when you can have two?!? Call her Mario Buatta ladies and gents- more is more and that’s a wrap on this little lady’s Easter weekend 1.0! by @daceface

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