If you're one of those parents who insists on yelling at the officials during your kid’s sporting event, let me start by saying, you’re right. OK? The kid probably did travel. That was a total strike. It was definitely icing. Obvious pass interference. But that doesn’t make up for all the ways we’re wrong.
In just a few weeks, my family will welcome a little girl into our lives. We're all excited about this, but no one is more excited than our 4-year-old son, Winston. His excitement has been one of the purest joys of the entire pregnancy. His excitement has been one of the purest joys of the entire pregnancy. He talks about "his baby" every day – where she will sleep, what she will eat, and how they will play together.
I love it because Halea, my dog (a very rare breed of mutt), loves it. She runs and plays and sniffs, and for 30 minutes every day, I feel like I'm actually giving her the attention she deserves.
I love it because of what I see when I'm there. All different kinds, shapes, and sizes of dogs playing together. They don't worry or judge or take things too seriously.
I never imagined the level of deception that would be involved in parenting. I knew my husband and I would fully support Santa, the Easter bunny, and the tooth fairy.
What I didn't expect were the small dishonesties that help us get through the day.
Was my wife, Dixie, helping me or suckering me? It’s a debate that goes on to this day, but regardless of the answer, I stand behind the following advice for every new dad: Change every diaper.