It’s Schoolhouse Rocky, that chip off the block Of your favorite schoolhouse, Schoolhouse Rock! Learning comes in all forms. Some people are visual learners. Some auditory. Some need to get their hands in the thick of it to grasp concepts the best. I’m of the belief that regardless of what kind of ways you learnContinue reading “‘Cause Knowledge is Power!”
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These memories lose their meaning…
The little guy and I went for a short walk when out of his mouth he says to me: “Memories lose their meaning…” When I asked him what he meant he said he had no idea, but my head began swirling nonetheless. I couldn’t shake it as we walked along, internally laying out the caseContinue reading “These memories lose their meaning…”
Kindermusik
The beat of the drums. The shaking of maracas. And our son running around a room wanting to play with a hula hoop on the wall. It’s Kindermusik time. What’s Kindermusik? I will explain to you, as I was completely unaware myself until Meg sent me the links one day that led to our signingContinue reading “Kindermusik”
Puttin’ on the Ritz
It’s no secret that Meg and I love a Golden Age long before our own. As I’ve mentioned before, my sister-in-law always jokes that our little guy “won’t know what era he’s growing up in” when his parents are watching black and white movies and listening to music from the Big Band era. He’ll findContinue reading “Puttin’ on the Ritz”
The Voyage of Life
Please indulge and bear with my reflection as I post this, scribbled down on a loose piece of paper the night before the start of Spring: The large white flakes fell outside the dining room windows a day before the official start of Spring, leaving the backyard, the neighborhood, and many across the northeast blanketedContinue reading “The Voyage of Life”
Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
My son, only a week or so old, has quite the well-developed set of lungs. He likes to show them off to us usually ni the middle of the night, working himself into such a tizzy during breastfeeding that he’s too worried about screaming to get fed than actually feeding. Hey, when you’re under 14Continue reading “Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel”
The Dorky Daddy 