My sweet girl, I don’t know your thirteen year old self yet. I’ve only known your one, two, three and four year old selves. Thirteen:
Most of my 15-month old son’s communication attempts were running a little something like this: FINN (LOUDLY): BAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! POSSIBLE TRANSLATION: Blanket. Bath. Baby. Bye. Binky.
My four-year old daughter and I were lying in my bed together quite early this morning. Her Dad had already left for the gym, her
So the actual day, the day that’s been anticipated by my daughter since she turned three, her fourth birthday, has come and gone. All the
