I had never known what it was like to watch my son score a goal, and then it happened 3 times in a row. Zacharie got his hat trick, and I got to be that dad.
I remember when I was 10. My oldest is now 10 and suddenly things get real as I will really understand what growing up is like, but will he really understand that I understand?
I could hardly be considered a dad blogger if I didn’t do a post for the first day of school.
A slow motion video of my son’s face as it goes from elation to fear on his first roller coaster ride.
Here’s a review of the Dyson V8 Absolute from the person who uses it the most in our house: my son.
This Mother’s Day, show your heart for maternal health.
Mark’s performance stretch denim means you’re always #ReadyForThis, whether ‘this’ means a night at the symphony, cleaning the garage, or taking 54 flights of stairs.
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.