I looked at my 3-year-old daughter today as she reached up on the kitchen counter to grab the package of Ritz that were sitting there. I blinked for a minute. How did she reach that?  I blinked again. Man, she's gotten so tall. She comes up past my waist now. (I'm a short gal, ...

Every night, while we are getting ready for bed, my 3-year-old daughter turns her attention to something else to prolong the inevitable: our strict 8 p.m. bedtime. So I tease her for a little bit, to get her laugh and to forget that the big hand on the clock is tick ...