Nothing like having to explain “antique” devices like a Walkman or cassette tape to your kindergartner to make you feel old!
As much as you and I want to respond, That could never happen to me! It could. Here are 7 tips that may save the life of your child or a friend’s. Please share!View full post
I’m a first time dad with a four-year-old daughter, and I don’t feel like I know enough about her education options to make the best decision for her. I’d love your advice!View full post
Too often parents suffer in silence after a miscarriage, believing they are alone, feeling perhaps somehow it was their fault. It’s time for the silence to end.View full post
You girls know the things we guys should never wear, but some of you are too nice to tell us. You’re not doing yourself or us a favor by keeping it secret.View full post
Or at least they should. Let me explain. It was brought to my attention by my loving wife and also by at least one commenter on my recent blog: 6 Ways to be a Better Dad (aka: “Stop and Smell the Diapers”) that I had left something important off my list. So, here is the seventh missing guideline on how to be a better dad: HAVE FUN!View full post
Stop and smell the diapers. Just a few suggestions from one dad to another on making the most of the most important years of our lives and those of our kids. And just to be clear, I’m writing this not because I think I’m such a great dad or because I know or do it all right. Nope, I’m writing it as a reminder to myself of a few of the things I need to focus on every day to be just a bit better as a father.View full post
Twice a year, when Daylight Saving Time begins or ends, make it a habit to not only change your clocks, but do a few other semi-annual tasks that will improve safety in your home…
It’s almost time for our streets to be filled with princesses, pirates and super heroes, ringing bells in search of sugary goodness. How can we keep them safe?
After I finished her bedtime story and started to turn off the light, our nearly six-year-old daughter said, “Don’t call me Pumpkin. That’s not my name.” While I don’t remember saying it, I must have said, “Goodnight, Pumpkin. I love you.” The pet-name is now a long established habit. She followed up with, “Goodnight, Banana!” …