Billy Ho in the flesh
A short poem.
A poem in free verse.
A poem in free verse.
Written and illustrated by my seven and nine year old kids.
Eight years ago today, my wife wakes me in the wee hours of the morning to tell me she is going into labor with our first born and that her water had broken two hours prior, but all is well.…
So, whoever you are, because I don’t know any of your names, let’s go out there and have some fun and kick the ball in the other goal a bunch of times, and DESTROY our opponent. No mercy! Cobra Kai!
“These aren’t meant to come out,” I told my son. “That’s the whole point. You have to cut fish hooks out. It’s so the fish don’t get away.”
Let’s switch gears to something more lighthearted with Thanksgiving just around the corner. In a kindergarten class project titled “I’m Not a Turkey,” I sat down with my son, Henry, earlier this week to write a story about a turkey…
Four years ago today, my son Henry came into the world. It was a rather spectacular entrance being that the attending nurse and doctor for my wife had just left and gone upstairs to eat lunch when my wife looked at me and said, “He’s coming.”
A brief book review of Peaceful Parent, Happy Kids, by Dr. Laura Markham, and why every parent should throw away all of their other parenting books and un-bookmark all of their favorite parenting blogs, and just buy this book—like right now
A love letter to my daughter and her passing speech impediment
It’s the day before Halloween, and my three year old son sure did come through for me in “Stuff My Three Year Old Son Said Today: Volume Two (A Halloween Special).”
I feel like I need to make this a series of some sort… some ongoing diary cataloguing the usually hilarious, sometimes insightful things my three year old son says. Well, here goes.
On the drive there, she sits in the backseat, her Barbie between her knees, talking to it, making it dance or sing or just be her friend or plastic confidant. I listen. I watch her in the rearview. I see her smile. I hear her giggle.
And live to tell about it.
My son is teething and puts everything in his mouth. If you’re not careful you’ll lose a finger. Just ask my friend Andy.
Being a parent means rediscovering your inner child, and a child’s imagination is something to envy. Their curiosity is magical. Their cynicism is non-existent.
A father debates whether to rescue his toddler from the pool and console her, calming her fears, during her first swimming lesson.