On a night when Marissa, my three year old, had a difficulty falling asleep we laid down together in my bed. I informed her that we would turn out the light, close our eyes and hold still. And, we did just that. She threw her little arm over me and snuggled up. A minute passed and then [Read On]

Marissa, my three year old, has a hard time pronouncing the “s” sound in front of a consonant. I’m in love with her li’l kid accent and will miss it when it’s gone. The other day we were looking at acorns and assorted fall foilage her older sister had found. I said, “You know what [Read On]

Sophia, my four-year-old, and I were discussing at what age she could wear lipstick. I said at 16. She said, “Or maybe at seven years old, or eight years old, or a 1,000 years old.” I replied, “Yes, at a 1,000 years old you can definitely wear lipstick.” “Mommy, are you 1,000 years old?” Crickets. [Read On]

As I laid with Sophia in her bed, watching her draw on her Magna Doodle, she told me stories about what she was drawing. There was one happy stick figure and one sad one. She explained it was because the happy one threw rocks at the sad one. We talked about how that must have [Read On]