Nap wars

Goodness help me, we have entered the Phase of Endless Frustrated Tantruming Over Seemingly Nothing.  Yesterday my child exploded into an incontrollable heap of blubbering tears because I wiped a crumb off her face. A CRUMB! Last week, I rushed Charlotte →MORE...

Sep 01, 2011
This week is my first week of flying solo after the miscarriage.  On Monday, Charlotte and I hosted a playgroup.  We laid out fingerpaints, a five-pound bag of flour on a towel, and had several buckets and pots filled with sidewalk →MORE...

Luckily, my enemy is adorable and smothers me with kisses when she wakes up.  Otherwise I would never survive.

It’s the perfect sort of morning.  Quiet.  Light.  We eat breakfast.  We take a walk.  We water the squash, the pumpkins, the melons.  We open the chicken coop.  We feed the cats.  We release the hounds.  We water the strawberries, the →MORE...

Apr 12, 2011
As she wakes up in the morning, Donald asks her how she slept.  Did she have beautiful dreams?, he asks.  She nods.  What did you dream of?, I probe.  FISHIES!, she exclaims.  We babble about the fish a bit and Donald →MORE...