Lily, You’re getting older and wiser every day. On your way to being a little lady, you are passing through plenty of toddler tantrums. You don’t want a bath (you used to love them). You don’t want to wear clothes (you prefer to run around naked). You only want food from my plate and not… Continue reading
Poo Bear, You talk in your sleep. You learn so much every day that when you wind down for the night, all your words come tumbling out. Tonight, I listened to you warble after you nursed. Between da da da and gurble burble and no no no, you would interject words like car keys and… Continue reading
Lily Bear, When I picked you up from school today, you were crying, had a dried bugger on your cheek, and sand in your ear, hair, and diaper. I was horrified. What happened today?