To say my daughter is extroverted is to say the ocean is slightly damp. When she was first learning to talk my wife and I delighted in every uttered sound. Now I lock myself in the bathroom for a few…
To say my daughter is extroverted is to say the ocean is slightly damp. When she was first learning to talk my wife and I delighted in every uttered sound. Now I lock myself in the bathroom for a few…
In a few days my wife and I will bring another life into this world as we welcome the birth of our second child. I’ve had four years to learn how to become a father, an apprenticeship really, not nearly…
My daughter’s been talking about her Halloween costume since November 1st of last year. There have been options ranging from witch to princess rainbow unicorn glitter pony to kitty. This year her Grandma helped out with a costume which is,…
There are folks who fling themselves off cliffs in Norway with wingsuits and scrape the cliffsides with their fingertips at a hundred miles an hour. There exist people who strap themselves into rally cars and hurtle through forests on two…
You only get one chance at a fourth birthday party and when it’s for your little girl and she’s picked ‘rainbow unicorn’ as the theme, you’ve got to go all in. I baked two dozen rainbow cupcakes in a process…
Today my daughter turns four. Yes, now we are four, and all that. She has celebrated by maintaining a level of excitement reserved for nuclear technicians who are running between flashing alert bulbs on panelboards and notice that all the…
If naps are becoming a thing of the past, Quiet Time is taking its place in our household. Though Child Harbat might think she doesn’t need it, she doesn’t realize that WE need it. Often about twenty minutes into quiet…
There’s a second Harbat on the way, and coming soon, mid-November to be exact. Funny how the second time around you’re much more relaxed. It’s like final exams in high school—as a freshman you’re sweating it out and planning your…
Sometimes you work hard trying to do the right thing and you get kicked in the balls anyway. This weekend I was reminded that parenting is often about the ship of good intentions getting dragged over the reef of reality.…
Child Harbat has learned to use our camera. I’m not surprised—after five minutes with my wife’s iPhone, CH was deleting apps and getting new ones she liked. Now when I download pictures from the camera I find, scattered among my…