Yes, chillax.  It seems that my 15-year-old son decided that I was a little too wired for things so early in the morning and that I needed to be made aware of it.  (In retrospect, I must have been wired because it’s rare for my youngest son to say anything that I may take as . . . → Read More: You Just Neet to Chillax!: Part 2

This morning my boys and I were on the way to the college for classes.  At the beginning of the drive, I started to make a mental note of the things that needed to be done today, and continued with things up through the weekend.  I soon realized that me just being aware of all . . . → Read More: You Just Neet to Chillax!: Part 1

I looked at my kids every day taking for granted that my memory would keep the situation of that moment forever etched perfectly in my mind.  And it hasn’t; my memory has let me down numerous times.   There are many things that I now wish I had taken pictures of my kids doing, place we . . . → Read More: I Missed the Pictures: Part 2

I have a weird way of looking at things sometimes.  I never understood those parents who that were always taking pictures of their kids.  “Look, he just smiled!” Click.  “Awww…he just rolled over!”  Click.  Why take a picture?  The event is over and you were there for it.  What’s the big deal? 

This kind of thinking . . . → Read More: I Missed the Pictures: Part 1