Who is that looking back at me?

The little guy was getting a bath the other night when my wife asked me to run into his room and fetch a pair of pajamas for him. Up to his room I went and into the dresser to find something comfy enough for the night, but not so heavy that he’d be overheated. We’veContinue reading “Who is that looking back at me?”

Stop the clock, I don’t want to get old

I am afraid of getting old. A few weeks back, my wife’s grandfather turned 92 years old and in honor of that rather impressive achievement, we took the baby with us to pay him a visit in the nursing home. This is where I need to be completely up front and honest – I don’tContinue reading “Stop the clock, I don’t want to get old”