Am I the only one who finds it a little strange that the way we’re encouraged to acknowledge Father’s Day is by giving things to our husbands that they couldn’t safely use around our kids?
Ryan
Facebook intentionally throttles blog traffic, and what to do about it
Earlier in the week, while Jack was poring over We Heart Dad’s Google Analytics data, he noticed a disturbing trend.
We Heart Mom, Too
My wife (or Mommy, as she’s known when the kids are awake) is one of those women whose global job description is juggling chainsaws.
Swan Song for the Hardware Store
I didn’t tell Ryan anything of what was in my heart at that moment. One of the miracles of childhood is regeneration. Every year Ryan gets to create himself anew, and I was mindful of not weighing him down with my sorrow that the old Ryan is gone forever.
The Kid is All Right
Every now and then I get worried that maybe Ryan will turn out to be a shitty kid. This is not the same as being troubled by his shitty behavior — all parents whose children are not bodhisattva have those moments. I’m talking about moments when you look at your child while they’re doing something […]