Last week my daughter’s preschool hosted a costume parade and party.  So, after several months of listening to her tell me that she would really like a “Chinese rainbow dragon” costume please, I finally cranked one out. As you can see, →MORE...

Dear Baby, In an ideal world, you and I will only share my body for another three to seven weeks.  Half of the time, I reflect upon this and think “Wow!  Really?  Only three to seven more weeks?  Time flies!” The →MORE...

After approximately eight months of insisting that “her” baby is a boy named George, my daughter has recently changed her tune.  Charlotte is now convinced that the baby is a girl named Evelyn. “Well, what if the baby is a boy?” →MORE...

When Charlotte was an infant, one of the women I most deeply respect in my family told me that in her opinion when a mother is still nursing a child who can walk and talk, she is doing it for herself.  →MORE...

“How do you want to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?” I asked her. “Maybe swinging,” she said.  Donald built and hung a tree swing in our backyard a few months ago.  Nearly everything about toddlers is perfectly lovely – the phrases they →MORE...