Rub-a-dub-dub, Mom, Dad and the Tub
We used to love bath time, the three of us, that is. We looked forward to it rather fondly. My wife and I because it signaled the moment just before “bedtime”, whereas for my son, it meant “splish splash” time when the bathroom turned into his own water park with rubber duckies, boats and such [...]
What do May flowers bring…
Maybe it’s the last teeth pushing through or the start of potty training or the separation anxiety that has started or just early onset “Terrible Twos”, but I suspect the main culprit for the sudden spike in my son’s tantrums is that he is sick of Winter. I can’t really blame him. I’m sick of [...]
Why I Love My Son…
Those of you who have perused my past ramblings know that I am a big fan of talking about products – mainly about those that assuage my Peter Pan Syndrome and that I too often pretend are for my son. Well, today I am going to break with a tradition that goes way back to [...]
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My More Dashing Side
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