My daughter is 17 months old, and I have spent a grand total of two nights away from her. So I’m wondering: does that seem pathetic? Normal? Somewhere in between? The first time was just after her first birthday, which falls two days after my wedding anniversary. We were visiting family in Los Angeles, where […] Continue reading

My 16-month-old daughter spent the weekend clomping around in her very first pair of Nikes. Miss Independent insists on feeding herself, damn the messy consequences. And heaven forbid you try to help her out when she boxes her toy stroller into a corner and gets stuck; you’ll be met by an indignant grunt that screams, […] Continue reading