As a bad year for most of us in North America comes to a close (but a year which, I have to confess, was one of much joy for me personally) , I find myself posting a letter quite different from that I had hoped to write you on New Year’s Eve.
That was supposed to be a photo-rich retrospective, but I’m afraid it will have to wait. Meanwhile, I’ll reflect not on your general development but on a specific part of it. Namely, your penchant for correcting your parents’ mistakes.
Darling child, I dub thee Bésébodé!.
In which Papa Zesser writes to Baobao about our Thanksgiving return to Park Mont-Morissette near Maniwaki, Quebec, which was where we were when we were the night before we were certain that Mama Raven was carrying her.
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In which Papa Zesser returns from a visit with Mama Raven and toddler Baobao to Parc de le Gatineau with decidedly mixed emotions.
As the west coast of the United States burns, five tropical storms churn through the Caribbean, and both fire and floods afflict much of the rest of the world, Baobao and company are able to visit a beautiful park in which, so it seems, all is well with the world.
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In which Papa Zesser – 3 days late, but we won’t mention it here – returns at last to look back in celebration of the first year in his daughter’s life. What a ride it’s been!
Despite an unexpected working lunch with Boris Johnson on Saturday, Father’s Day itself was a very good one for me, for Baobao, and for Mama Raven. I hope it was for all the other father’s (and mothers playing dual roles) out there!
In which Papa Zesser looks back on 300 (and three) days of life with his daughter.
God help me, but it’s been almost a year …
In which Papa Zesser looks upon his spawn enjoying a new toy on the ninth month anniversary of her birth, and wonders: Why – o! why?!? – did we bother actually buying her anything to play with?
Babies work in mysterious ways. Click the headline to read more.
In which Papa Zesser weighs his reflexive dislike of corporate holidays, against the joys they were meant to fill. And finds, once again, that your mother’s pleasures exceeds his cynicism.
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In which Papa Zessers ponders human adaptability.
And also looks back (with video proof!) on your first encounter with cheese!
In which Papa Zesser finds himself celebrating yet another “birthday”.
Parents do funny things, but whaddya gonna do?
Besides, “Happy Birthday” is out of copyright, so you’ll *know* I took advantage – and you want to hear me sing!