Evelyn refused to nurse for the first five hours of her life. I tried everything I could think of.  I squirted milk on her lips and under her nose.  I hovered my nipple directly in front of her.  When she rooted, →MORE...

Christmas at the beach!  (She found a crab shell!) At some point in November, Charlotte came home from preschool with a laundry list of questions about Pere Noel (Father Christmas).  I answered them as patiently and honestly as possible, which is →MORE...

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...