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"Yes."
"Dad, are there people faster than us?"
"Yes."
"Dad, are there people more gorgeous than us."
"Definitely."
"Even more gorgeous than Kate?" (our next door neighbor)
"Yes."

"...But nobody can try harder than me."&lt;br/&gt;
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New photos of Liam Hadid Hyatt, born June 10th, 2008 are here.
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When you find a balance between structure and choice with a kid, it can be a wonderful thing. For us, on Saturday's we wake up, he happily says goodbye to mama and we rush up the street to get to the bus "before it runs away." 

As the bus comes into view he screams, "it's 72 dada, 72!" The #72 MBTA bus stops, he jumps on board, sprints to the back of the bus and hurries me to sit down to hold his hand before the bus starts going. 

As an aside, the public bus system is absolutely responsible for my...&lt;br/&gt;
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Kaden took this responsibility very seriously, greeting nearly everyone with "Trick or Treat Time" and dutifully handed each kid their allotment. When there was no one around he would pull the...&lt;br/&gt;
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We are committed to building and sustaining a diverse population. How would your family contribute to this goal?I was not faced with answering this question because I am applying to financial aid at Harvard, or for my one child permit in China, this was the application at the local day care. They even were kind enough to suggest, "attach additional pages if necessary." Additional pages!?



I've heard a hundred times that it is tough to get kids into day care nowadays, but this is an application for...&lt;br/&gt;
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Today at 2:30p 2:50pm, Owen Grady Fawcett, was born. 



Congrats to the parents, and to a very lucky kid. We hope to see Owen very soon, and  I'm sure Kaden looks forward to playing big brother and showing him the ways of the 1.5 years older world. 

This birth puts the Fawcett's...&lt;br/&gt;
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The other shoe will drop soon, but for right now it's so damn good that when it's close to his bed time and we say, "ready to go to sleep" he actually nods his head, says "yeah." Then goes over to the crib ready to hop right in a snuggle off to bed. I can...&lt;br/&gt;
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The rain also meant Kaden spent a week cooped up inside, which drove him absolutely batty. The only help was his extensive time with the most annoying toy ever. It is a mass of loudness, plastic, buttons, and...&lt;br/&gt;
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You see, we just moved. In our old place, the floors were so creaky that rarely could you get a peak at the little guy without waking him. I have particularly vivid...&lt;br/&gt;
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When did this kid, who used to not care if his hands were covered in his own projectile poop, become a neat-freak? He's a screaming, crying, holding his hands out until a clean them, then smiling and running on to play, kind of neat-freak.

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"Hi. What are you doing?"
"I'm in a board meeting."
"Is it called that because everyone is bored?"

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I started this blog with the idea of keeping it through his first year, cataloging the early "shock and awe" of having a first kid. Originally, this was supposed to be the farewell post for the blog. A nice reflective look back at the year + 9 months...&lt;br/&gt;
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Some fathers publicize their baby's latest party tricks. "Kaden now waves, claps, knows to back himself down stairs, and, get this, he WALKS," Start-Up Dad blogs. "He's tromping all around the house falling and getting back up and falling again." I'm hoping his audience is mostly family members.

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Since Allen is such a music fan, I know he (and anyone else reading) will enjoy a funny article in the NY Times Magazine a few weeks ago, the Preschool of Rock. It...&lt;br/&gt;
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And don't even get me started on what I've tried for giraffes.

Kaden is in a learning frenzy, and I have done a terrible job keeping you guys up to date on everything he is picking up. In the last month it feels like anything we expose him to he mimics...&lt;br/&gt;
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NOTE: A few days later Sam seems to have become disenchanted with the attention that the Internet seems to send to it's newly famous (at least she wasn't the Tron...&lt;br/&gt;
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So Megan leaves in the early morning and Kaden lulls me into a false sense of security by being all laughing and happy... then I try and...&lt;br/&gt;
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Yep, Kaden is busy, busy, busy. He's in full Louis &amp; Clark mode, turning up every pillow and diaper to see what's underneath. And once he's gotten a good look at everything, he's...&lt;br/&gt;
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So really other than that very brief encounter, my closest reference on what it's like to...&lt;br/&gt;
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I sat on the kitchen floor this morning and was saying DaDa, when he made a gurgling sound that had roughly the same rhythm as my oft-repeated phrase. Grabbing hold of...&lt;br/&gt;
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If you sign up for Flickr (the photo site I use to post these photos) make sure you add me as a friend. There are more photos of Kaden (like you need that) that only friends &amp; family linked on Flickr can see.&lt;br/&gt;
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But our little Scrambles does not have a fever, and at seven months old he is long past spinal tap fears anyway. He has a cold. Just writing it...&lt;br/&gt;
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