I remember the buzzy excitement of a school concert. It’s nighttime yet you’re not at home, you’re back at school. The dark empty halls have the elicit feel of a store after hours. You leave your parents and prepare in…
I remember the buzzy excitement of a school concert. It’s nighttime yet you’re not at home, you’re back at school. The dark empty halls have the elicit feel of a store after hours. You leave your parents and prepare in…
We try hard in our household to eat well. Which is why I’m proud to say that when Toddler Harbat saw this red-haired guy at a holiday parade this weekend she said, “Look at that clown!” Yes! [pumps fist] We’ve…
The world is an amazing place. When you’re a kid you’ll act on impulse and if there’s something to be explored, you go after it. This weekend Toddler Harbat spied a treehouse in our friends’ back yard and in a…
Yesterday I stood at the bakery counter at our local grocery store and peered into the kitchen. Giant floor mixers, a massive wood prep table for pastry, big coolers and machines for turning titanic amounts of flour into delectables. I…
One of the greatest and most challenging things about kids is the raw emotion. It’s a bit like handling enriched uranium—yes, it can power a small town but it’ll also make your hair fall out. Then there are the moments…
I remember my first bike, a flashy blue number with training wheels and a horn. When I first climbed aboard I felt the mantle of adult responsibility draped on my shoulders. This was a real machine, with chrome and gears…
Sometimes the most obvious things are the hardest to spot. Take for example Thanksgiving. It’s supposed to be about breaking bread with friends and family, giving thanks for all the things in life that keep you going and enrich you. …
Why is it so hard, as a parent, to let go of “the rules”? From the time we burst onto the scene as newborns, slimy and blinking, we’re told the right and wrong way to do things. Brush your teeth,…
Every year my wife comes up with an ambitious Thanksgiving menu. I’m all about handmade foods but when you’re trying to clean the house, chase Toddler Harbat, and decipher a ten-page recipe for gratinee of seared confit in a bed…
My wife and I have had our suspicions for three years now. The loud yelling, enthusiastic dancing, operatic outbursts, it all pointed to one conclusion: we have a spirited child. We are both introverted, cautious in social situations, preferring quiet…