Et Cetera

Today, Julianna turns 12. Every year, since she was 3, I’ve been publishing a post on this day. You can read them here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. These birthday posts have gotten harder and harder to write each year. I generally start thinking about them a few days in advance

Honoring Eddie

The following is a bit heavy handed, more than a bit dramatic, and a little bit of a departure (hopefully temporarily) from my typical blog posts. I wanted to make sure I could spread this around to as wide an audience as possible. I appreciate your attention. As they say, “desperate times…” On May 7th,

Counting to 10

Today Chloe turns 10. I know what you’re thinking: Another exciting look into the future! I thought about doing that for Chloe like I did for Julianna but Chloe deserves her own thing, not some derivative nonsense. And so I’ve been thinking back to all that’s happened since her last birthday; all the moments of

11.

Today Julianna turned 11. This year’s birthday post might have ended up looking like this: This year, we talked to Julianna about sex. The end. That would have been a big enough event to cover the whole year. I then thought about what I did last year. Last year, I did a very clever “flashback”

The Talk

Disclaimer: This post might be considered by some to be “explicit” based on the subject matter, my apparent lack of understanding of it, or your potential belief that I should or shouldn’t have been part of the conversation. You can agree or disagree with our approach. This is just me describing our experience discussing an

Sw*ar W!rds

The girls love music, and learned some time ago that song lyrics were available in apps like Apple Music. Fun right? Now, we can listen to whatever songs we want AND sing along. Just take a moment and remember when you would sing along like this: It’s gonna take a lot to get my Waze

Will I Become a Boy?

Just before the end of the year, our family went on a weekend trip to New York City. In “Chevy Chase Vacation” style, the four of us, along with with my sister, her family, and our parents all piled into a rented 12-passenger van and drove to NYC. The ride down was uneventful, relatively speaking.

From the Beginning to the Middle

5 years ago, Julianna was in Kindergarten. Her first day did not go well. She cried hysterically and for all intents and purposes had to be pried off of us and “guided” into school. It feels like in each day since, there has been a steady improvement. Last week, nearly 5 entire grades later, she