Wild child

Sometime last week, Charlotte spent the afternoon running through the house with the noodle strainer atop her head.  “I am a fireman!” she told me proudly.  Toddler incarnate, this moment. “Well run along then and put out fires,” I said.  I →MORE...

Dear Charlotte, There are only two months left until your birthday and you are marking the countdown by learning all manner of new tricks.  This month alone, you have learned how to make my harmonica make different sounds, how to plant →MORE...

    1.  Every time I get her dressed to go out, if I blink my eyes she strips and dresses up in a princess dress.    2.  Her imagination is taking off.  The stories she tells me are increasingly elaborate →MORE...

Apr 16, 2012
Charlotte is and always has been a climber.  She doesn’t run as quickly as other children her age, she cannot balance on a skateboard or ride a two-wheel bicycle without training wheels or catch a ball someone throws at her…but oh, →MORE...

Yesterday was my due date with Aurora.  It started out as a pretty glum day, but around noon we learned that some of our very closest family friends welcomed a new life into the world in the morning.  I know that →MORE...