Our daughter Cordelia is three years and ten months old, and these journals are rapidly winding to a close. Cordelia has pretty much transformed herself from a baby into a person. And you know how boring people are. She’s a kid. She can play on her own. Make things from…

As of this writing, our daughter Cordelia has just turned 45 months old. (A bit over three and a half years, for those who don’t care enough to work through the math.) She is just reaching the point where the exact number of months doesn’t make a big difference in…

Our daughter Cordelia is three and a half years old. She is more human all the time. And I mean that, of course, in the bad way. We can have unending conversations that take this form: “Daddy, give me that.””No.””Daddy, give me THAT.””No.””Daddy, give me … that.””No.” And so on.…

Our daughter Cordelia is three years and four months old. Raising a three-year old is very educational. It is a chance to see what a human being is like in its pure natural state, unbent by the demands of societal restrictions. You can see our species in its raw form…

Our daughter Cordelia has reached three years, three months of age. She is still young enough to change rapidly as we watch. For example, recently, she has changed from a bright, smiling, fresh-faced young child to a seething, pestilent pit of germs. Children are renowned for their skill as disease…

Our daughter Cordelia is now three years and two months old. Her mental improvement, as measured by the number of TV shows she can ask to see in any given day, is shooting through the roof. While her body has undergone no changes of note since she became potty trained,…