Unfrozen

Today Chloe Turns 5. I feel like I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: what a year.  I’ve said it many times on this blog and I’ll continue to do so:  My kids are completely different and incredibly similar. Julianna enjoys being the center of attention.  She is happy on stage, performing in

Kind of Garden

One and a half weeks ago I wrote about a “bit” of a transition happening in our household and a realization that my kids aren’t babies anymore.  I wrote about how Kindergarten for Julianna was, at that time, less than a week away, with some subtext about how I was essentially a “bit” freaked out.

We’re Stuck On The Window

You know the endless chain of questions your kid asks? You know how at the first question you ask yourself if you should “engage” and subject yourself to the endless chain? You know how you inevitably do “engage” which leads to the next question? You know how after the first few answers, you’ve chosen a

Boston. Strong.

I have lived almost my entire life in the Boston area. 4 days ago, on Monday, April 15th, the Boston Marathon was run for the 117th time.  Over the last few years, we’ve taken the girls to watch from near where we live.  We watch from closer to the start than the finish but the

Through The Looking Glass

Today Chloe Turns 4. The babies have left the building.  They are all grown up.  Get ready for the driving test.  Gotta get my tuxedo on for the wedding.  And so on. I feel old.  When did my kids get so old?  They walk, talk, and have attitudes (mostly good).  They eat with utensils, drink

Transition

I cried every day for a solid 12 months when I was dropped off at kindergarten so the outlook isn’t pretty for my girls.  My mother will remind you, me, and everyone who will listen of this fact as frequently as possible. The girls just finished their respective “transition weeks” at school.  This is the

Goody Blueshoes

I once heard a story about Goody Blueshoes. Goody is a girl with some interesting views. You probably won’t hear of her, on the news. It is a story you can share, if you so choose.   She was an everyday girl who liked doing good. She liked being good as any girl could. She

Sleep. Over.

It went a lot better than I thought it would. Technically speaking, our kids have had sleepovers before.  They’ve slept outside our house without us there.  They’ve slept in our house without us there.  They’ve slept in different houses from each other, once, but each of them had one of us.  This was different. This

The Great Pyramids

“Daddy, where does the pyramid come from?” Well, I get these types of questions regularly.  My mother was recently asked by Julianna why she couldn’t see the moon during the day.  What can I say, my kids are nerd-wannabes like their daddy.  It makes me very proud. “Daddy, where does the pyramid come from?” Context: