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Now, you’ll have to know this. When it comes to children, they<br />
have two reactions to me. They either laugh and giggle, or they scream<br />
and cry. Frankly, I think it’s the teeth. Let’s face it, I have huge teeth<br />
and kids don’t understand much about the importance of oral care in<br />
society. My first experience with Emily was a lot like you’d expect. She<br />
cried. A lot.<br />
Kim tried to comfort my distress at Emily’s reaction, but I understood.<br />
She was moving into a new house a stone’s throw from my<br />
apartment at the time, and it was a totally new environment for her.<br />
Additionally, I was a totally new person. So after some discussion, we<br />
decided I would have to come around more often.<br />
In the following weeks, Emily became more accustomed to<br />
seeing me. Her personality and energy was astounding, even at 18<br />
months. It was at this point when I finally cut my parenting teeth, even<br />
if she wasn’t my own. Initially, I decided it was only right for me to step<br />
in when there was some inherent danger. As it turns out, babies get into<br />
everything dangerous. And all the while, Emily does it with her blonde<br />
curls bouncing and her big cheeks smiling. This makes it extremely<br />
difficult to stay serious, let alone set boundaries.<br />
Before long, she allowed me into her daily routine. She incessantly<br />
asked me to pick her up. Emily often came into the kitchen and<br />
announced “Mike cookeen” or go over to the cookbooks on the shelf and<br />
point to the picture of a male chef and say “Mike!” Emily would ask for<br />
my food or offer me hers. She would climb on me like I was a jungle-gym<br />
or I would spin her. (Emily is a bit of an adrenaline junkie.) Even if it’s a<br />
bit selfish, I loved to teach her words or work on the ones she almost had.<br />
(I take full credit for turning “deps” into “steps.”)<br />
Things were going smoothly, until I left for a six-week PTSD<br />
program in New Jersey. While I was gone, Kim would show her<br />
pictures of me, so she’d remember me. I was gone for nearly 30 days<br />
before I was able to visit home again. The whole ride home, I worried<br />
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