I can’t believe my daughter just turned 4
Time goes by way too fast and I absolutely hate it
I know I have a WAYS to go but my takeaway so far —the worst part about being a parent is watching them grow up
It’s not the tantrums.
Not the late night wake ups.
Not having to go back up to her room for 30 minutes to talk to her about how wolves won’t attack her while she sleeps (that’s on me for including mean wolves in my make-believe story).
It’s seeing her become this awesome little girl that’s forgotten the cute words she used to say that made no sense
Cherish every bit you can
It’s been magical but holy shit it also sucks
I explained to my 3yr old son that his 6mo brother will one day be able to walk and run, and will always want to play with him. He will want to go outside with him and shoot water guns and nerf guns and build legos with him. He will never have to ask, "Do you want to play with me?" because he is always going to be playing with him.
I wish I could burn an image of his face, filled with absolute awe, surprise, and excitement, into the back of my eyelids.
I really believe that siblings are one of the best gifts you can give to your children.
Not sure if I’ve ever gotten this emotional watching a commercial before
The conversations, the memories, the music
It all broke me
Thank you for making me cry today, Chevrolet
There’s only one thing I’m jealous of.
Yesterday, I picked up a friend at his house. It was chaos — toys scattered everywhere, two toddlers running wild, remodeling in progress.
I told my friend’s wife:
“I know life feels hard right now, but you’ll look back on today as the best of times.”
If you have kids at home, you’re living the golden years right now. Savor every moment.
On Sunday morning we were already running late for church when I walked upstairs and saw a thick yellow puddle outside my son’s door.
If you’ve got young kids, you know that nothing good ever comes in that color.
I looked at him and asked, “What is this?”
He stared at the floor and whispered, “Eggs.”
At first I was annoyed. Why in the world would he bring eggs to his room? And because we were late, my patience was thin. So instead of reacting, I walked away for a minute to breathe.
When I came back, I got down on his level and said calmly, “Buddy… what happened up here?”
He looked up at me with complete seriousness:
“Daddy, I kept them in my drawer for two days but they didn’t hatch… and when I checked on them, I accidentally dropped them.”
He was trying to hatch refrigerator eggs.
My frustration instantly turned into laughter.
And when I laughed, I watched his whole body relax. His guard dropped. We were able to talk about why eggs don’t belong in bedrooms without crushing his imagination.
It taught me something I never want to forget as a parent:
Kids aren’t trying to make our lives harder.
They’re learning, testing, imagining, exploring.
Our job isn’t to kill that curiosity to save a few minutes of convenience.
Our job is to guide them patiently so their creativity grows, not shrinks.
Let them be kids. Correct them but don’t crush them because their wonder is a gift worth protecting.
I'm glad the villain of the new Toy Story is a child's tablet. I hope the film conveys how screens eat up a child's hobbies, interests, literacy, ability to function socially. I hope it provokes millions of parents to think twice before making the iPad a babysitter.
My daughter spent all morning in Grandma’s kitchen making apple tarts. She’s so proud to be bringing one home to her Daddy. As she dozed off in her car seat, she couldn’t stop muttering, “Dada treat, Dada treat…” Doing something for her daddy made her feel a thousand feet tall