Drop Off
Pick Up
We peered through the window of the door out to the small playground on the back side of the school, looking for our little boy.
“Do you see him?” Liz asked. I shook my head.
“He’s there, in the sandbox,” she said. He was kneeling next to another boy. They were playing with some toy [...]
So Thomas starts preschool today. It’s a momentous occasion. He’s leaving behind friends that he has known his whole life. He’s leaving behind a comfortable, safe and happy existence and moving on into something new and unknown. I asked him how he felt about starting school and he said “I’m going to miss [my friend] [...]
Parenting involves a lot of lying. Which makes things difficult when you’re raising a kid who can smell a lie the way most kids can smell baking cookies. Thomas notices every inconsistency, every hesitation, every bemused grin. He is also a master interrogator, pouncing on the holes in his relentless quest for the truth.
I makes [...]
When we started looking for a daycare for Thomas way back in early 2005 we had had no idea what we were doing. Due to the fact that most of our friends are late bloomers, or out-of-towners, references were hard to come by. In fact in our hunt for a daycare provider we received just [...]
Today, my brother, and I are writing about the same day from our past. Be sure to read his post.
On August 16th, 1977, my mother wrote the following quote in my baby book.
Benjamin’s and Matt’s daddy died tonight at about 7:30 p.m. He had bought a 1942 dump truck. He was going to start his [...]
I don’t remember the first time I met her. It very likely could have been at the age of seven or eight, on a soccer field with orange rinds in our mouths, as we gently slapped hands after a game. Or perhaps in the super market as I attempted to drag my mother down the [...]
