I found an old roll of film and had it developed this week. There were photos from Coco’s first trip to the beach. It must have been August of 2004. It is hard to remember her looking as she does in these. She is such a “big girl” now.




I found an old roll of film and had it developed this week. There were photos from Coco’s first trip to the beach. It must have been August of 2004. It is hard to remember her looking as she does in these. She is such a “big girl” now.




Whenever we go to Target, Coco runs toward the display of brightly colored satin bras oohing and ahhing. “Mommy, look at these!” She calls bras “nipples.” Today, she took a green bra off the rack and said, “I need this nipples.” I told her the bra was for someone older but she insisted. She gave me her trademark sidelong glance and said, “I need this to put on my breasts, mommy” and threw the nipples into the cart.
“In five minutes” is our all purpose phrase. In fact, this phrase drives our daily lives. There are so many things that either happen in five minutes or will have to happen in five minutes. Ending the bath, going to sleep, leaving the house, leaving the playground. Coco often takes umbrage at this, so much so that she has created her own version of “in five more minutes.” Hers goes like this: “in five more minutes, one more minute and two more minutes.” To drive home the point, she holds up random combinations of fingers.
Coco came into our room the other morning and said, “hi, shrimp” to daddy. We think she picked it up from an Authur books she has.