…then it’s gotta be for a good cause! #DadsRun4Boston Sometimes a horrific tragedy can both necessitate the need for, and materialize an example of, community. So in a “two birds, one stone” sort of way, I will leave you with the words of some of my most admired dad blogger friends and a humble plea(…)
The toddler daughter watched the baby tip the glass beaker over. There was a towel on the table so nothing broke. The tapered beaker top just thudded once and its food-colored water bled out and spread out against the white like so many gunshot wounds in action flicks my daughters won’t be watching til’ they’re(…)
You wake each day, pre-dawn, for those Six seconds to yourself A hurried cup of bergamot Then to the pantry shelf With master-crafted alchemy You, quickly, stealthily Make magic (out of shit I’d miss) And always healthily! But sometimes one’s door creaks too soon The toddler’s up at dawn! The baby starts to stir(…)
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I thought this was preserve-worthy. My 3 yr old painted this the other day. Let me say that again. My THREE year old painted this the other day! Medium: kiddie paint and glitter glue on canvas (after Dada inadvertently hit it with a garden hose). The MIL insists that it’s like looking at the clouds…look long(…)
“But soft! What art through yonder header breaks?” you may be asking yourself. Probably not. I’ll tell you anyway. You see, I am fiercely giddy and openly jovial on this finest of fine mornings for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is that brand new, fam-spangled banner you see up there. The(…)
Everyone believes their kids are exceptional. To hear parents tell it, you would think that ALL children were budding young Einsteins and latent Michelangelos; parents’ billfolds bursting with baby pictures that, in reality, rival Nick Nolte mugshots. Fridges adorned with sad, paint-splattered scraps. I’m no different. My “seed” are Gerber-worthy stunners! The “gifted,” female(…)
I floated this around, sometime last year, but am happy to finally have a permanent home for it. A simple, little, tribute ditty we put together to wish our Queen B. a happy first day back at work. Thanks for grooving to our antics!
Here we are, another compelling installment of our ongoing series (not true, this is a first): “Sam I Am Not” or “Don’t Knock It Til’ You’ve Tried It”, I haven’t decided. In this series we highlight kid-specific activities, (crafts, tasks, chores and more!) gleaned from the web and elsewhere, aimed at making mince-meat of the(…)
