Better than most pop songs

Sophia’s latest song: I clap my hands so high in the air I am so excited for you to be there. Come on just come I can (can’t?) wait for you to see your surprise for you and me I am standing there waiting for you to come I have a surprise for you Come on...
Resilient

Resilient

When Sophia was little I worried that she might not have a conscience. She’d do something wrong, and, when the transgression was pointed out to her, would simply shrug it off. I wrung my hands over her more times than I could count. As she’s grown,...
The golden parenting years

The golden parenting years

I think we’re in them. The kids are 10-almost-11, 7, and 3. We are  in that lovely stage of post-diaper and pre-driving-and-dating. The kids play together and alone. They need us, but not too much. They love us, and still like us. They even like each other. Here...
Many dimensions

Many dimensions

I’ve been trying to capture a good shot of Sophia’s new haircut, but so far have been resoundingly unsuccessful. The cut, like the girl, has to be fully experienced in 3D. My dad will no doubt laugh at this, because when he and I arrived home fresh from...
Learning to write

Learning to write

I love this stage: Sophia’s reading well and now working on writing. She writes tons of random things, sometimes spelling them her own way and sometimes asking me for help. And when I find her writings, I always smile. Friday she was writing with sidewalk chalk,...