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Category Archives: Charlie
Letters to Charlie: On Turning 8
Happy birthday, my baby boy. You always tell me you’re no longer a baby when I call you that, and I always respond with that awfully cliche, but so totally true statement that no matter what your age, you will … Continue reading
Letters to Charlie: On Turning 7
My dear boy, Years ago, I was hired by a friend to photograph her seven-year-old daughter’s birthday. You were a baby then, maybe as old as Jack is now, and I remember thinking how big, how adult, all of the … Continue reading
Letters to Charles: Year Six
Dear Charles, Notice I didn’t write “Charlie.” This is because I’m trying to honor your wish to be called by your official name. A week ago, you announced I could no longer refer to you by your nickname. My name … Continue reading
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Letters to Jack: Month 15
Hey there, baby, It’s 5:30 a.m. You just had your I’m-not-ready-to-be-awake-but-I’m-crying-anyway bottle of milk, so I have about an hour until you get up for reals. You woke me up from a nightmare about losing Charlie on Pirates of the Caribbean and simultaneously feeling desperate about getting teenagers … Continue reading
Jack’s Nursery
We’ve lived in our new house for seven months, but Jack’s nursery is finally done! The theme is modern woodland. (Charlie’s was modern, modern). Chair: Eames rocker Dresser: Craigslist Crib: Babyletto Lamp: Target Mobile: Etsy Wall Triangle Decals: Walls by Mur Wooden … Continue reading
Letters to Jack: Month 9
Hey there, Jack, Gosh, it’s been such a busy month, I don’t know where to begin. Right now, you are napping, Dad and Charlie are out, so the house is nice and quiet. I’m not even sure what to do with … Continue reading
Letters to Charlie: On Turning 5
Wow, Charlie. You are five. FIVE! It was clear this morning you’re becoming an older kid. Within 20 minutes of waking up, you’d already told me to stop mentioning it was your birthday. “Mom, it’s ANNOOOOOYING.” Zip it. I gave you life. Last … Continue reading
