Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire

I’m a terrible liar. Well, I might actually be a good liar, but I can’t shake the guilt that follows lying. This “moral compass” of mine is the result of my parents, my Catholic upbringing, and this commercial. The Mrs. and I have already given the lecture to the Boy (5) and the Girl (2) …

My Son Can Ride a Bike! Does Anyone Know a Good Cardiologist?

My son learned to ride a bike recently. Actually, he rode it for the first time by himself the same day he “graduated” from Transitional Kindergarten (TK). Needless to say, that was a pretty big day for the Boy! Seeing him pedal on his own for the first time without having to put his feet …

The Family Bed: Yes? No? Maybe So?

We sleep in a family bed. There. I said it. It feels good to get it out there! That’s right, the Mrs., the Boy (5), the Girl (2) and I all sleep together in a family bed. It’s king size, but it’s actually two twin beds pushed together. The Mrs. put a big cushion over …