It seems like it was only yesterday when this blog was created, with a 3-week old baby who had absolutely no concept of what 3am or sleeping...

When I was a kid, maybe around my daughter’s age or perhaps older, Kentucky Fried Chicken use to give away some pretty cool plastic hand pup...

(It’s that time of year again; my annual letter to my daughter on her birthday.) Miss Bean (or as you now call yourself “Princess Sunshine ...

We came home this afternoon and discovered that our Beagle, Mr. Monkey, had died. We knew it was coming for some time, about 2 years since t...

Dear Lionel Richie (great singer/songwriter of countless love songs including “Brick House”) , My daughter began ballet class today. Your s...

Apparently telling a 2-year old to eat because there are kids are starving somewhere in the world doesn’t work. We’ve been having trouble th...

Wednesday began like any other - I was listening to NPR on the way to work and then heard something that went like this: A federal grand jur...

Dear Wife, Please don’t buy me a Barbeque for Father’s Day. Yes, I know. How? Because I saw the tabbed page of Barbeque recommendations in o...

They were actually very friendly and incredibly calm despite the terrified voice. My daughter is completely into those glitter sparkles roll...

My daughter and I are getting ready for the upcoming mothers day festivities this weekend. We had gone shopping to get a little something fo...