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Earlier today, I started to write a blog post about my son's new favorite activity but couldn't finish it because I was pressed for time: 

More than any other activity (more than the sing-alongs, the music classes, the baby swim lessons, even more than playdates), Aidan loves to walk our Park Slope block--without holding my hand.   He wants to explore-and so he'll look up and wave at the Buddha-head that's in the window of my neighbor's apartment, he'll "pet" the pumpkins that are on the steps of others' buildings, he'll collect leaves and sticks, and (to my horror) he'll try to kiss the fire hydrant (does he think the fire hydrant is a little person?)  I'll catch him talking to birds and laughing to himself about something.  It takes us at least 45 minutes to walk a single city block, but it's a delightful experience because he's just so delighted by it all...delighted by life. 

But I do have some bad news:  I have miscarried another pregnancy.  I went to the doctor today and heard the same ugly news I heard back in July:  no fetal heartbeat.  I can't say that I'm not feeling horribly upset right now...and even angry that dumb luck sometimes reigns supreme.... and really, there is nothing more I want to say about that....

But I will say that tonight I will go to bed and think only of my beautiful little boy, who talks to birds and kisses fire hydrants...and that will be a real comfort.