The Human Condition

The human condition encompasses the unique features of being human. It can be described as the irreducible part of humanity that is inherent and not dependent on factors such as gender, race or class. – Wikipedia It is an odd thing recently.  When I first became a parent I found it a little puzzling; this

Hawkeye

This is not a typical blog post from me.  It isn’t typical because it isn’t about my kids.  It probably isn’t even about your kids.  But it is related and important…so read it anyway. Full disclosure:  I sit on a board for the Hawkeye Campership Fund.  The HCF is an organization that supports Camp Hawkeye

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

Thanks For Giving

Thanks for giving me the balled up piece of toilet paper…right after you wiped. Thanks for giving me that booger fresh out of your nose. Thanks for giving me this cold that won’t go away. Thanks for giving me that mostly-chewed piece of chicken straight from your mouth. Thanks for giving me that fart blast

Friendraising

At what point in your life does the concept of “friend” really start to matter? At what point in your life do you start recognizing the difference between a “friend” who is a familiar face in your classroom or neighborhood and a “friend” who you understand has similar interests and compatible play-styles; a “friend” who

White or Brown

I know what you’re thinking:  Another post about Chinese Food Restaurants.  Nope. Julianna is absolutely in the “questioning everything” phase. Why? Because she wants to know how everything works and the reasons things happen. Why? Because she’s generally inquisitive and ultimately relentless.  Most if not all kids go through this phase I suspect. Because. Before

Eat Your Heart Out Baryshnikov

Since September, Julianna has been going weekly to a ballet class.  Last year we tried gymnastics with mixed results.  This year, it was ballet.  My wife and I essentially alternate who takes her to class.  The parents all sit outside while the girls in the class “dance”.  The goal is to get the class on

Hands Off

We joke frequently with our girls about boyfriends. We do this because its cute and funny and because both girls seem to talk about the boys they know more than the girls they know (bad sign #1).  Now, I know we probably shouldn’t focus on that sort of relationship with them.  As Julianna approaches 3

This Post Stinks

My mother isn’t going to like this post one bit. I’ve recently started wondering about when people “learn” to differentiate between good smells and bad ones.  I feel like I am pretty in touch with my sense of smell and I suspect you are too.  I can tell you who isn’t: my daughters.  I want