Parenting choices

A few weeks ago, Charlotte hit her friend at the park.  Twice.  With a stick.  I was mortified.  I knelt down to her level, grabbed her hands, and asked her to look at my eyes, please.  She looked at the sky, →MORE...

About three months ago I finally worked up the courage to begin speaking French to Charlotte more consistently (at least a little bit every day) and outside of the home.  Since we spend SO.MUCH.TIME. outside of our house, this has made →MORE...

A couple weeks ago when we were walking home from dinner at my parents’ house, Donald and Charlotte and I saw a skunk.  We gave it a wide berth and continued on our way, but something about our near encounter of →MORE...

I know because yesterday I asked Charlotte to lean forward and grab my knees so that I could wipe her bottom and I wound up with toddler poop all over the bottom six inches of my hair.  Which means that, OF →MORE...