Charlotte's twosies; 24-36 months

Jun 06, 2012
Donald and I share an e-mail address which has, of late, been aflurry with activity as several individuals from our adoption agency have been working to update our profiles and organize our paperwork and clarify this, that, or the other thing.  →MORE...

Sometime last week, Charlotte spent the afternoon running through the house with the noodle strainer atop her head.  “I am a fireman!” she told me proudly.  Toddler incarnate, this moment. “Well run along then and put out fires,” I said.  I →MORE...

Donald and I began making a focused effort to give a second language to Charlotte six months ago.  Although I had spoken French off and on to her since her infancy and I could sing a few nursery rhymes, overall her →MORE...

On Monday, this pregnancy concluded week seventeen.  I have gained only two pounds, but I look like I’ve put on twelve and given my sudden rediscovery of The Irrepressible Pregnant Hunger, I’m sure that I’m well on my way to doing →MORE...

May 23, 2012
The other day at the park, a kid slightly older than Charlotte saw a cat hanging out in a tree near the playground.  “VEO UN GATO!” he screamed in Spanish.  I see a cat! Charlotte only heard “gato.” “Gato” (cat) sounds →MORE...