It has taken me a while to come to a place where I can write about last Friday’s school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. My first response was as it is for many news events—it is another horrible tragedy in a…
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Worst Kids’ Games Ever
In the same spirit as my Worst Bedtime Stories, I decided to recommend some fun games for Child Harbat this weekend. One suggestion, offered to CH and her friend while trying to get them away from thousands of dollars of…
Bag Dog
See, this is what happens when you let Babbo help with dressing your stuffies. This weekend Child Harbat and I spent some quality time dressing her stuffed animals. Poodlicious was brought out with a kitty friend and a basket full…
Baking Together
Last night I was making our weekly bread and Child Harbat begged me to help. She couldn’t wait to get her hands washed and the stepstool set up so she could work beside me, pouring the ingredients and mixing them…
What Nightmares May Come
I am tired today, as I have been all weekend. Our nighttime schedule has returned to what it was when Number Two was an infant, with multiple wake-ups during the night. But now it’s both kids, ages one and five,…
Today We are Five
Well, that went by quick. My girl went from a nothing to a crying pink thing to a smiling baby to a toddler, walker, runner, and now, a little girl. Now she’s a force of nature, a beautiful wild person,…
The Exasperation of Dinnertime
When I grew up we had dinner together. Children were called away from homework (television) or calls went out the front door to summon those in the fresh air. Hands were washed, places taken, and dinner began. I don’t know…
New Beginnings
Apparently your kid’s first day of kindergarten is a big deal. I say this because other parents at my daughter’s kindergarten talked about how emotional it was, how they got teary when the teacher read The Kissing Hand, and what…
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The Value of Individual Play
I’ve often written about my daughter’s extroverted nature. From her earliest days we could see her joy was in interaction with others, often exhausting my wife and I with her unquenchable thirst for talking, playing, and roughhousing when we really…
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My Time With My Son
You tell yourself you’re going to notice the changes. You know things go quickly like clouds whipping past a plane window as you raise your tray to the full upright and locked position. One minute you are at the hospital…
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