Posts in category Philosophy

You don’t need to breast feed in line at Tim Horton’s. One mom thought she would. The store asked her to stop. Then it hit the fan. Sigh. Why can’t we get along?

I let my son fire a gun this weekend. I hate guns. Despise them as much as cigarettes. Being a parent means, sometimes, you change the rules for no reason.

How do you tell your kids the fish is dead? You tell them, and then you let them mourn. Because mourning is good. Then you get a new fish. Because fish are good too.

I don’t talk to my kids about tragedy. I mean, if they ask, they will get an answer but I dont actively seek them out to introduce kids and tragedy to the conversation.

It’s possible to be pro life and pro choice at the same time. It is possible to respect human life and the right to control one’s own health. It really is.

I dont want to bubble wrap my kids, but I still worry. I’m a parent, it’s natural. Today, I went full free range parenting, and let my son go far far away. CLICK THE PHOTO TO READ THE STORY.

The latest ad from Days Inn Canada misses the mark. They show a dad on a bizcation celebrating life from his family. It couldn’t be further from the truth.

When I blog about parenting, I’m lying. I’m mostly showing the good stuff. I’m humblebragging with a highlight reel of my life.

Do kids ruin your life? Well it all depends what kind of life you had hoped to have before you had kids. Studies show parents can be just as happy as others

Stop using shame signs. Please. They do nothing to make the situation better, they instead make everything worse. Talk to your kids, don’t shame them.

When it comes to talking to your kids about war, there’s no easy way to do it. War is glamourized, and yet it is ugly. Remembrance Day makes it real when I take the boys to the cenotaph and talk about the members of our family that have fought. It’s a time for silent reflection and a vow of never again.

Help me decide which way is up here. We went to a party where the kids went wild. My wife and I looked at each other wondering if we were the uptight parent or if the other kids were just out of control.

There is a rainbow crosswalk in Vancouver that arrived quite suddenly, and with it an instant tourist attraction. I stopped to show it to my son and his reaction to this monument of pride and tolerance gives hope that homophobia will soon be gone.

When a family emergency came and we were stuck looking for last minute childcare for our boys while they were in another city, we turned to Nannies on Call for help.

We sent the kids away for a week with the grands and, for the first time in 6 years, will experience the child free life.

We did. Twice. Well, actually once for each son. We never thought twice about what we were doing, which is probably why I find this poem so funny.