The challenge of who’s the better parent is probably not the healthiest of competitions. In fact, there’s an argument to be made that it’s downright destructive. Having said all that, I think I might have won this particular battle. Enjoy!

There’s a reason why you don’t go looking for alligators in Florida: you might find one.

If Jack ever needs some wingmen to help him out, I believe my boy’s would be more than happy to volunteer.

It’s so nice when your kids decide to start trying to help you out, except when it isn’t.

Some resolutions are easy to see coming, and in retrospect, this is one of them. I didn’t, of course, but no one ended up getting hurt, so that’s a good thing.

Just what is the margin of error when it comes to telling time on Christmas morning?

I wish I had a more Christmas-y story for you today, but this one happened just the other day, and it was really funny.

What could be better than a lazy morning of sleep in, while your kids make you breakfast? I can think of a few things. Quite a few, actually.

The boys have discovered the idea that if something wasn’t intentional, they can’t be blamed for it. I’ve been working hard to convince them that whole approach won’t work – but not this time.

Welcome to a great example of what I think of as “the Gulp.” It’s that moment when you suddenly realize that everything you’ve been doing has either been wrong or insufficient, that sinking feeling that it’s already too late to fix things. When it happens to you, The Gulp is absolutely horrible. When it happens to someone else… well, then it’s kind of funny.