I haven’t even finished the first sentence of this blog post, and I already know it’s going to be one of my favourites.
Today, I’d like to tell you the story of how my son fell in love. Continue reading
I haven’t even finished the first sentence of this blog post, and I already know it’s going to be one of my favourites.
Today, I’d like to tell you the story of how my son fell in love. Continue reading
Aidan’s 3rd birthday, a late June celebration, will be a very happy day for me and my family.
Our high-spirited son made us whole. He came into this world on the night of a massive thunder/lightning storm in Washington D.C. The storm knocked the power out of the city. Aidan’s name in Irish means the Celtic God of Fire. Coincidence? I think not. This kid has been a firecracker since the moment he came into this world. Continue reading
Last Friday I destroyed my kitchen. There is nothing like a full day of rain, coupled with a public holiday in which every indoor play ground is closed, to force you into extreme measures to entertain your child.
Flour. Everywhere. Broken egg shells. Everywhere. Powdered sugar. Everywhere. Continue reading