WHAT AM I DOING

Dear Three-Year-Old Daughter: WHAT AM I DOING? WHAT AM I DOING? WHAT AM I DOING? If our household could copyright a phrase, we'd all be squillionaires by now. For most of the day—and, about once or twice a week, half of the night—the general chaos is punctuated by this, the constant refrain of you, now…

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2 Years, 11 Months: ARE WE IN ARIZONA OR ARE WE NOT IN ARIZONA?

My riotous small person: It is two days after I meant to write this letter. (I couldn't, because of...reasons. Stay tuned.) Right this second, you are curled up next to your father on the couch, about fifteen feet away from me, as I finish this letter in fits and starts. You two are in the midst…