December 25, 2006
· Filed under Holidays
A wonderful Christmas day was had by all.

December 23, 2006
· Filed under Love
Last night, I got into bed with Coco because she was having a hard time getting to sleep. I said I would stay only if she kept her eyes closed. This worked for ten minutes. Then, she began wriggling. Wriggling turned into playing. She tried to squish my lips together. This went on for some minutes. I gently reminded her that I was going to leave if she didn’t settle down. She threw an arm around my neck and hugged me tight, nestling into the pillow. When she looked at me again, she said, “best friends.”
December 20, 2006
· Filed under Stories
Coco walked into my bedroom yesterday holding my bra. She said, “here are your nipples, Mommy.”
December 11, 2006
· Filed under Stories
The sunrise shot a few moments ago from our bedroom window. Minky pointed it out.

December 10, 2006
· Filed under Places
Today we spent the morning walking through Maudslay State Park. Maudslay is a small, beautiful place at the edge of the Merrimack river. At this time of year, it is nearly deserted. The view is quite dramatic, as the wide river and a brige spanning it, is visible a short distance into the park. Today there was a dusting of snow, which made it seem very Christmassy.
Minky loved every minute there. She climbed, ran, and “ice skated” on the small frozen puddles.
The only sour note of the day is that all of the photos we took were somehow lost–an unusual, upsetting occurrence.
The main purpose of this entry, though, is to make note of something Daddy said to Minky, as he carried her down a steep, slippery hill.
“I might fall,” he said, “but if I fall, do you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to get right back up.”
Maybe she’ll read these words one day and adopt them as her credo.
December 2, 2006
· Filed under Stories
Early this morning, shortly after Coco arrived in our bedroom for her daily visit, she slapped my face. She has been doing this quite frequently lately. All of my attempts to curb this behavior thus far have been futile. So, on a whim, I tried something different. I didn’t say a word; I just turned away. A few minutes later, I went to take a shower.
It appeared to Coco that I had gone because I was angy. She told Daddy what she had done; she felt badly.
When I came back, Coco ran to me and said, “I’m sorry I hit you, Mommy.”
As Layr was explaining that we should “keep mum” about the real reason I left the room–in the parent-code way we’ve begun talking around our little pre-schooler–Coco piped up and said, “no, daddy. She’s Susan Bisser Andersen, not mum.”
December 1, 2006
· Filed under Stories
Last night I asked Coco not to pull all of the paper towels she was holding off of the roll. I explained that the paper towels were part of my secret stash. I asked if she knew what a secret stash was.
“Yeah,” she said. “I am going to put it [the paper towel] on my stash.”
She then proceeded to touch it to her upper lip.