A milestone age. A little time that rests between two and "so how many months is two and a half again?" At two, she is biologically incapable of responding to anything with any other word than "no." Sometimes you ask her a thing, and she plucks up and spreads a wide smile and lets out a plain, straightforward "no", tilting her head as she says it to really emphasize the sweet. We call this her southern no, a nod to my upbringing. Sometimes we get a "nah," a response like an o

The Goose is 20 months old, and in a bleaker time for our country, she's this sharp burst of light for our household. She's the double dose of extravert, the showgirl of her mother and the comedian of her father, the dancer of all beats in the background, and a damn good time. She loves us almost as much as Ms. Rachel and definitely more than Elmo, as she now regularly pushes her sweet Elmo toy over and laughs. When we play in a group, she is the first to make friends, and in

Ah, the best planner for a spaghetti brain.

She's 19 months old (8 or 9ish days ago). Her hair is the love child of Farrah Fawcett and Medusa. Her personality is the love child of Farrah Fawcett and Medusa. Sometimes I'm like "my kid is so fun and so beautiful and everyone loves the charismatic and lovely Rainie!" and sometimes I'm like "I think she's going to kill me." Because, you guys. This month was a lil nuts. I want to start with a story. In January of 2024, I attended the 30th-ish birthday party of her Aunt Shes