Milestones aren’t meant to be millstones

My oldest child turned nineteen this weekend. I think the child that makes a man or a woman a parent is the child who is more closely observed, documented and measured than any additional children. As a family expands, it just isn't possible to continue the almost obsessive attention that is paid to a first … Continue reading Milestones aren’t meant to be millstones

Celebrating snake eyes and an unexpected trip from Korea to China

Yesterday my youngest son turned 11.  I wish I could remember exactly what time of day he was born, but it’s honestly kind of a blur. I think that happens once you have more than two children, some of the specific details no longer stick.  In complete honesty, I sometimes have to pause to recall … Continue reading Celebrating snake eyes and an unexpected trip from Korea to China

Birthdays and buildings – Vote Yes to AHS

On February 9th my youngest child turns 11. I seriously don’t know even know where the last decade went. We brought him home from the hospital one winter afternoon and here it is a lifetime later. In an ironic way, the baby who was supposed to be my baby has grown up faster than either … Continue reading Birthdays and buildings – Vote Yes to AHS

48 was great, I expect 49 to be sublime

When I see a reflection of myself, I don't think I look how 49 sounds. In many ways I feel younger than ever, the result, I think of being happy and healthy and old enough to truly appreciate it. "Nobody wants to get old but they don't want to die young either." - Keith Richards I've … Continue reading 48 was great, I expect 49 to be sublime

18 thoughts from the weekend my son turned 18

When he was born, my oldest son scared me. That changed. Now, I'm in awe of him. According to my sons, the plural of penis is penis. (The "s" is silent when it's plural) Crazy > Creepy The Olde English was the perfect place to celebrate my Anglophile son's birthday. Molly, our server, deserves a … Continue reading 18 thoughts from the weekend my son turned 18