Wild child

When Charlotte was about four or five months old, a few parents I know who have older kids began getting together once a week to finger paint a la Artful Parent.  A few months after that, a good friend of mine →MORE...

Mar 15, 2011
...there is this!  A toadstool my father built over the weekend with redwood that had been chopped down nearby (a parking lot? a roadside?) for Charlotte to play on.  It made me smile to find that when I was harping on →MORE...

With the puppy being the approximate size of raptor food, and there being exactly TWO enormous nests that provide birds of prey with front-row seats to our yard, Charlotte and I spent more time than usual at the home-front for awhile.  →MORE...

Mar 11, 2011
UPDATE: After we showered and ate this morning, I took Charlotte to the beach.  It was closed and there were signs and vehicles everywhere attesting to this.  When I asked why, someone said that there was a tsunami warning.  I looked →MORE...

Mar 10, 2011
Several months back, Donald and I decided that it was about time we began addressing our daughter’s play needs.  Which, let’s face it, sounds completely ridiculous. It’s like saying you want to address your cat’s scratching needs.  I mean, THE CAT →MORE...