This story is sponsored by Crest Nostalgia is of no interest to me. The music of my youth is not being rammed down my kids’ throats and I’m not banging on about how much better anything was when I was their age. I also eschew tradition-for-tradition sake thinking. Progress, man! […]
It has become one of my most cherished traditions. Every year, I take one gorgeous spring day, when the sun is bright and warm as it enters the house from the windows I’ve enthusiastically opened in every room, when the birds have returned to sing me the songs they’d been […]
No pigs in or out of blankets, zero infantile quiches, and rarely ever an evil egg. We four enjoy all of these delicacies very much, for sure, but save for officially-sanctioned family Christmastime visits to my mom and dad’s house, we don’t do hor-d’oeuvres. So when the Hickory Farms Home […]
It’s tradition for us to grab an ice cream cone at Maggie Moo’s after the 1st day of school. Here is the Bear x 3 in order, after K, 1st, and just this afternoon after day 1 of 2nd grade.
It’s 2010 and everything feels so damn disposable. Traditions, however small, involving family and/or longtime close friends become more valuable. They’re critical to raising introspective kids with a sense of purpose and a scope beyond their immediate impulses and desires. That is what I jotted down while driving home from […]
Every year, the Bear has been home with me on April’s 1st Monday. Didn’t matter if she was enrolled in a daycare that we were paying for and it doesn’t matter now that she is in kindergarten The 1st Monday in April is a special day, far too special for […]
We’ve never walked down the bunny path. Never. Not once. That changes this year. The Bear, probably because of her kindergarten classmates, is excited for the arrival of the big fictional rabbit. She’s oblivious (thankfully) to the fact that Mr. Bunny has no clue who she is and has never […]
Kids grow up, get married, and start families of their own. It’s at this point, or maybe it actually happens earlier – during the growing up bit – that kids start to become detached from their parents. Phone conversations become more and more infrequent, y’all see each other even less. […]
