Cole has been correcting me lately.
We stopped at a store and went inside to do some shopping. While there, Chloe and Cole found something they wanted. I took their choices to the cashier and paid for them.
One day Chloe was with me at the store, and she asked me to buy her a chapter book.
We laid down for naps one Saturday afternoon.
I came home and pulled into the driveway. As I exited the truck, I heard Chloe's angelic voice from the other side of the backyard fence. "Hey, Daddy!"
March 2, 2012, was the day that changed Indiana mom Stephanie Decker's life forever.
Cole has gotten to the point where he wants to tell me the endings of movies and television shows.
One sunny afternoon this past summer, we all went on a family excursion to the ball park.
Sometimes I honestly have to wonder what goes through my son's head.
I love putting puzzles together. As a child, I'd usually receive a puzzle every Christmas. Even as an adult, my mom still makes sure I get one each year.
Cole came to me with his hand out. Usually this means he wants money, but this time he wanted me to take something from him, rather than give something to him.
Chloe turned on a television show. Although it was on a children's network, we knew it didn't necessarily mean anything.
I have a large glass coin jar. It's an old pickle jar I got from a grocery store when I was in college. It's a foot-and-a-half tall, with a base that's about seven inches in diameter.
For the past few days, Chloe's been rude. She's been moody. She's been downright angry.
They play it with towels, shirts, pants and blankets. They play it with just about anything they can get their hands on. I think that's why the dog has started hiding under the bed.
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