Wild child

Last week, Charlotte and I hit the trails again for the first time since she was diagnosed with whooping cough.  Her endurance and her strength were not what they were before, but I expected that.  What I didn’t expect was how →MORE...

Jan 19, 2012
“This is not, is not HIKING, Momma!  This is WALKING WITH THE TREES!  Yes.“

Yesterday it occurred to me that I could not remember when, exactly, Charlotte had last been bathed or showered.  Was it over the weekend?  Last week?  Ten days ago?  Had she even seen soap in the last year? Since that seemed →MORE...

    1.  In a conversation once I joked that she’s a lover not a fighter.  At the park yesterday, she saw two kids wrestling in the grass.  “OH MOMMA,” she yelped.  “CHARLOTTE DOES NOT DO THIS!  NO!  I AM A →MORE...