Photographs of Charlotte

    1.  After hearing me discuss the Olympics on the phone last Friday, Charlotte asked me what “fuh-nastics” are.  I thought for a moment about how to put gymnastics into terms a three-year-old might understand.  “Well,” I said.  “People dress →MORE...

Yesterday I decided that my goal for the day was to wash the mountain of dirty dishes that has slowly been devouring every square inch of counter space in our kitchen. I know, I know, me and my WILD dreams.  Try →MORE...

On the first day of her life, I laid her on my belly and let her search for milk.  She quieted and focused her efforts.  She sniffed, mewed, and propelled her body forward until she came to my nipple.  Exhausted by →MORE...

In the early months of this pregnancy, most of the daily rhythms that I had gradually established with Charlotte went out the window, but lately Donald and I have been working to reinstitute them. One of the hardest ones to get →MORE...

Jul 24, 2012
I don’t know what this look is all about, but Charlotte throws it at me all.the.time.  It’s at least two parts exasperation, but I’m inclined to think it’s also a couple parts crazy, no?