Not sure I get the title; was the box of bomb parts under his bed his "hurt locker?" Was the job itself a locker in which he hid ...

Thumper was calling me Cucumber Daddy for a while this morning. Oh, but wait! First, I have to tell you: one of the ladies at the child car...

The boy got a camera for his birthday. I deleted a whole bunch of completely black or completely white ones, though he might object that I ...

I often think I stumble my way through life, tripping and falling by accident into some of the best things that have happened to me. My mot...

Thumper's all about asserting his will these days. Almost anything Aerie or I suggest is met with, "I WON'T _________!" ...

I've been neglecting my blog. It's partly Facebook's fault. It's partly because of my part-time work obligations. It'...

So the boy's two now. We had his party on Saturday. He likes birthdays. He got some great gifts, like a bubble mower: And a scooter: L...