I love the questions my son comes up with. I also like asking him questions in response to questions. "Why is the chair squishy like that, dad?" "Well, why do you think?" is a standard response he receives from me. And it's not that I am trying to be difficult or as some would say … Continue reading In How Many Days Am I Going to Die?
The scene was one of laughter and joy, reading the Berenstain Bears Go To School book. Sister goes to get on the bus, and my son imagines himself being in her place. "What if I just stood there and didn't get on the bus?" he asked. "The bus driver would say, 'come on,'" I said, waving my … Continue reading It’s In His Blood and There is Nothing We Can Do
My four-year old has built the confidence to ride his two-wheel bike with training wheels. The joy and confidence on his face that grows during this accomplishment is priceless. We are two days into the "training" and I swear I can see the power of his pedaling increase. We are blessed to live less than … Continue reading Getting Back on the Horse
I've started to coin my son as strong-willed. I admire that. However, when it's time to head back to the house after a short walk and he heads a long-block away through the park to sit by a tree defiantly, I'm frustrated by his defiance, 'er strong will. Throughout my childhood and into young-adulthood, I … Continue reading You Never Win A Stand-off
I'm proud of my four-year-old son's library. He has about 200 books on his shelf plus a rotating allotment of 15-30 library books at a time. These range from board to picture books. So I was livid when every volume was piled into a stew of toys and art supplies. The topping was his full-sized … Continue reading Bedtime Book Stew