Zacharie’s first concert ever was a mix of classical and classics. This is definitely humblebrag dad worthy.
Disneynature’s Born in China gives a soft touch to the story of 3 families of animals from China. Part propaganda, all lightweight Disney fare, this doc comes up short compared to others in the genre.
Here’s a website featuring Zacharie’s music.
Have you ever been amazed by a naturally occurring talent in your child? Check out the first time ever Zacharie touched a piano.
My son is far too young to be going on a date, but watching him roller skate and talk with a classmate this weekend had me realizing how close I am to the ‘first date’ day arriving.
We all get to have a big #ParentFail moment in our lives, some are bigger than others, some more serious than others, some you just have to laugh about.
A couple of hockey nights out with my kids this week have formed a new one-on-one tradition celebrating my Calgary kids and their love of Panthers and Sharks.
My boys met an astronaut last night and while they could have spent their time with him talking about planets and rockets, they instead learned to shake hands in a lesson that will last a lifetime.
I want everything to stop. I want to remember. It’s a quote from Ken Dryden and I chose it as my yearbook quote 20 years before I became a father, and how prescient of a quote it was.
We all put our kids in sports for different reasons. I’d love for them to be successful at a game, master it and be a star. It’s not happening, so I’ll settle for my sons winning at life.
As the air gets brisk, I’m reflecting on an epic summer of growing for my boys. So many achievements unlocked, so many bucket list checks, so much giving back.
What are your rules for sleepovers? We finally broke the barrier and had our first this summer. It was part bliss, part stress, and all fun. Here’s how it went down for our boys:
The time has come for Zacharie to get braces. it’s a big growing up milestone, but inside I know he’s still a little boy.
It’s heartbreaking watching my son play soccer. He tries so hard, he wants to succeed so bad, and all he gets is a ball in the face and a broken heart.
It crushes me to watch my son play sports. The way other kids are letting him down rips my soul out. And it’s devastating.
Fred Penner’s music is for 2 – 5 year olds. My sons are 6 and 9 and we took them anyway. It was a fun family night out that had me looking back on my parenting years.