Today Chloe turns 9. A few months ago, I wrote a post largely about Chloe’s most recent evolution, including some of the challenges she has faced this year and some of her achievements and accomplishments. These birthday posts are generally reserved for a year-in-review type of thing unless it happens to be your 10th birthday.
‘Cause every night I lie in bed The brightest colors fill my head A million dreams are keeping me awake I think of what the world could be A vision of the one I see A million dreams is all it’s gonna take A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make This is the
I don’t remember how old I was when people stopped reading to me at my bedtime. These days I get read to most nights. At some point, the girls’ bedtime went from us reading to them to them reading to us. I find the whole thing fascinating. Both girls have always enjoyed books. We went
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
“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:
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
What do your kids know about you? What do they know about anything other than themselves? Kids are of course naturally selfish and why shouldn’t they be. Everything is about them and their worlds. What they want. What they need. We, the parents, in many ways are literally servants to their every whim, at least
I’m a pretty even-keeled, mild-mannered type of person. It takes quite a lot to get me going. In fact, I can count on one hand how many times I’ve lost my temper in my life and when I think back to those times, it gives me the feeling inside like the feeling you get when