Charlotte's Journey Home

Just a Regular Kid, Sort Of


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Chocomolic

Several weeks ago Philippe and I were invited to friends’ for dinner. I volunteered Philippe to make his famous chocolate mousse for dessert. Charlotte was delighted to help. I think the pictures speak for themselves.

While cleaning up, Charlotte had a chat with Bamma. Bamma asked Charlotte if she was, like Bamma, a “chocoholic.” Charlotte said, “Yes, I’m a chocomolic.”


I can’t make this stuff up. Really.


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A Role Model?

“You’re my friend, Taylor.” Clearly! And, no, Taylor is not a shrimp; Charlotte is a giant.

Last night Charlotte’s good buddy Taylor came over for a playdate and dinner (with her parents, of course). She quickly declared my chicken chili delicious (it was) and ate about 3 bites.

Then, Taylor’s dad was trying to get Taylor to eat a bit more. [Aside: This always makes us feel good because it means we’re not the only ones who have to push our kid to eat.] So, I said, “Hey Charlotte, show Taylor how you can take a big bite of soup.” She said, “Sure. It’s yummy.” And, damned if she didn’t shovel another spoonful, chock full of chicken and veggies, into her mouth.

In the end, Andy definitely got Taylor to eat a lot more than Charlotte, but I was stunned.