A few days ago, Charlotte came padding down the hallway to me.  “Momma?” she asked.  “Momma, can you teach me how to write?  I want to learn how to write.” “Sure, sweetheart,” I said.  “Do you want to grab a piece →MORE...

A couple months ago, a friend of mine introduced me to a reptile store and zoo called Prehistoric Pets in Fountain Valley.  Charlotte had a blast; she fed mealworms to turtles, saw a two-headed snake, touched and held a couple different →MORE...

Shortly after Evelyn was born, my cousin came by my parents’ house for quality baby-meeting and toddler-adoring and dinner-eating time and she came bearing gifts for Charlotte. Namely, she came bearing a blue princess dress with a matching wand and crown →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...

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...