Charlotte's toddlerhood; 12-24 months
Jun 30, 2011
I recognize that TECHNICALLY summer just started a few days ago and that all this warm weather I’ve been calling summer was REALLY spring and what-not, but apparently southern California didn’t get the memo that summer is just beginning. I know →MORE...


Jun 29, 2011
When I drop her in the bed, she whimpers, fusses, cries. NOOOO!, she exclaims. She twists onto her belly in protest, pushes me away. Sweetheart, I coo. It’s okay. We’re just lying down. NO SLEEPING ALLOWED!, I tell her. She giggles. →MORE...


Jun 24, 2011
...he will never be under-sexed again. Oh my.


Jun 23, 2011
We’ve been filling our summer with hikes in the local canyons, waiting until we cannot see a single person, then whooping at the top of our lungs. It feels powerful. And we’ve been filling our summer with chalk drawings scattered across →MORE...


Jun 23, 2011
Whenever Donald wants to get any yardwork done that isn’t too dangerous (like taking down an overgrown shrub), he straps Charlotte on his back. He thinks it’s practical. I think it’s sweet. She thinks it’s boring.

