Dear Charlotte, I honestly have no idea where to begin this letter. You pick out at least 95% of your outfits now - and you’re always pretty proud of it! Should I start with a discussion about your blossoming curiosity?  A →MORE...

Last week Donald and I took our daughters out for an errands run and on our way home our car wound up behind a bus.  The bus was advertising a local community college program.  One half of the advertisement had the →MORE...

Two days before Evelyn’s birth, I found Charlotte sitting at a table drawing pictures for “her” baby when I picked her up at preschool.  Sa maitresse, her teacher, told me that she had asked Charlotte about the baby a couple hours →MORE...

About a year ago, I noticed that Charlotte had outgrown our Ergo.  Oh well, I thought.  What’s a girl to do?  The kid likes to be carried and the Ergo is what we have.  Maybe she should think twice before she →MORE...

Earlier this week, Charlotte and I decided to make popsicles.  We juiced a few oranges, threw in a handful of strawberries and raspberries, blended the mix until smooth, and poured the juice into popsicle molds. Yesterday after preschool she asked for →MORE...