In my never-ending quest to get my daughter wound up, here’s the newest story that earned the Child Harbat Scowl of Disapproval: Once upon a time there was a pony named Sparkles. She had sparkles on her hooves, sparkles on…
Boy, but the girl can talk. Our daughter, bless her little heart, starts off slow in the morning. Together at breakfast, I’m able to read my book, perhaps look out the window, all to the glorious sounds of silence and…
Maybe it’s the dry Santa Ana winds or the relaxed feel of post-holiday malaise but my daughter’s hair is becoming more salon and less troll doll. Remember that it started with what could optimistically be called a pixie cut, and…
To say my daughter is extroverted is to say the ocean is slightly damp. When she was first learning to talk my wife and I delighted in every uttered sound. Now I lock myself in the bathroom for a few…
It’s been four years and one haircut and what’s the progress? Take a look: The small curls became big curls became swoops and waves. I keep telling Child Harbat that her hair naturally highlights and has body in a way…
My daughter’s been talking about her Halloween costume since November 1st of last year. There have been options ranging from witch to princess rainbow unicorn glitter pony to kitty. This year her Grandma helped out with a costume which is,…
There are folks who fling themselves off cliffs in Norway with wingsuits and scrape the cliffsides with their fingertips at a hundred miles an hour. There exist people who strap themselves into rally cars and hurtle through forests on two…
You only get one chance at a fourth birthday party and when it’s for your little girl and she’s picked ‘rainbow unicorn’ as the theme, you’ve got to go all in. I baked two dozen rainbow cupcakes in a process…
Today my daughter turns four. Yes, now we are four, and all that. She has celebrated by maintaining a level of excitement reserved for nuclear technicians who are running between flashing alert bulbs on panelboards and notice that all the…