Charlotte's toddlerhood; 12-24 months

May 25, 2011
“Golly,” I tell her, sweeping her bangs to the side, “I sure do love you.” She smiles coyly, tilts her head to the side, blushes, scampers away.  Two seconds later, she returns with a yellow dandelion in her hand.  She holds →MORE...

May 25, 2011
When Charlotte was six months old, we dutifully made a bowl of quinoa and put it on a spoon and shoved the spoon in her mouth.  Everyone told us that six months was the magic number. The quinoa didn’t really seem →MORE...

Luckily, my enemy is adorable and smothers me with kisses when she wakes up.  Otherwise I would never survive.

Our daughter is completely and wholly obsessed with chicken grit.  I keep telling her that the grit is just small stones and oyster shells - both of which are readily available to her in her sensory kit, at her grandparents house, →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, I have no idea where the last month went.  It feels like I sat down yesterday to write you a letter saying that you were 21 months old. On that note, it feels like a couple days ago I →MORE...