A rapidly fading artform

The vast expanse between my childhood and hers.

Wobbly wooden castle

We probably should have stuck to the blueprints.

Newsletter: Month One Hundred and Eight

My little frog baby turns nine.

Cover your precious ears

The daughters of the daughter of The Avon World Sales Leader.

Her name

Whatever you do, don’t call her Marla Lou.

Clickety clack

There is so much learning going on in here, you guys.

For the black sheep

Have I mentioned here how different my kids are from each other?

Figuring it out

Kids: all potential targets for each other’s evolving sense of self.

This is what is wrong with mommyblogging

Have you ever met a three-year-old? Horrible people. Little deranged convicts.

The evolution of language

Marlo cleverly manevers over a roadblock I have placed in her vocabulary.