The Scarlett Letters

[...] Dear Scarlett, You are out with Nonnie, Aunt Cathy, and Baby Jack. I am using this delightful quiet time to [...]

[...] Dear Scarlett, Your Uncle John, Dad's older brother, passed away yesterday. He was diagnosed with lymphoma a [...]

[...] Dear Scarlett, Last weekend we were in Los Angeles to hear Uncle Rob's band ScreamCreature open for O.A.R at [...]

[...] Dear Scarlett, At some point early in the year, we were reading one of your National Geographic Kids books ( [...]

[...] called, and everything ended harmoniously. We listened to Aerosmith, Joan Jett and Tom Petty. Uncle John would have loved it, and I am super annoyed that he wasn't there. You played with Meadow and [...]

[...] Dear Scarlett, Your Uncle John, Dad's older brother, passed away yesterday. He was diagnosed with lymphoma a mere 2 months ago, [...]

[...] to stick up for yourself with a howl or a grab. "Oh, oh, oh!" she'll say. "Baby Jack is freaking out a little bit." Give him his toy back, we say. Soon you'll be walking, and [...]

[...] night. This weekend to celebrate the Fourth of July, we went to Carmel with Shishie, Rob and Baby Jack. We stayed at the Carmel Valley Ranch, where we've been a few times before, and it was basically [...]

[...] Dear Scarlett, You are out with Nonnie, Aunt Cathy, and Baby Jack. I am using this delightful quiet time to get things done. There is still laundry to fold, [...]

[...] -------- For no reason at all: "Hey you, want to fight?" [The Grouchy Ladybug by Eric Carle. Thanks a lot, Eric Carle.] "Tormented a little mouse!" [Bad Kitty by Nick [...]

[...] rhymes, but does not stop there. Fergie has a song called London Bridge. It contains a parental advisory warning. A band called Mindless Self Indulgence has a song called London Bridge. It contains [...]

[...] door. Not allowed, since whenever you're in there, you manage to find and unwrap all of Dad's biking snacks. So I called to you that the door had to be open, and you complied. I spent another ten [...]

[...] the other day, well, there was nothing else to do but sticker him to your wall. Yes, it's the Geico gecko. When you were very small, you used to point at him on billboards and yell "A SEAL!" [...]

[...] like crazy, wave your arms, laugh, and say hi in your throaty little voice. “Hi, Dout! Hi Ra Ra! Hi Rob!” It is impossible not to smile when you’re around. You are very independent [...]

[...] it's not just your fascination. I now know which streets to turn on so that we can see the Geico billboards on our various routes through the city. I bought you a stuffed gecko. We kneel on the futon [...]

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