About a week after our foster daughter – let’s call her Polliwog for the sake of expediency – arrived in our home, I met one of her relatives.  Until that fateful moment I had always operated under a rather misguided belief →MORE...

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Charlotte: How old is Daddy? Me: 37. Oh.  Wow!  People don’t usually last that long!

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The last few weeks have been particularly intense for our family.  I cannot really pinpoint one reason WHY this has been the case.  Maybe we overscheduled ourselves?  Or set unrealistic goals in our yardwork and housework?  Maybe the stress of the →MORE...

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Feb 05, 2014
After her helmet-breaking incident a couple months ago, Charlotte gave up her bike and her scooter for two weeks.  The only way I was able to convince her to give wheeled objects a whirl again was to let her pick out →MORE...

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Yeah? Well that really hinged on me remembering what my new password was.  Sorry about that. Can I make it up to you by showing you the funniest picture I have ever taken? Well.  It makes me laugh anyway. Earlier this →MORE...

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