When Max was born two years ago I sang to him in the delivery room, he stopped crying, looked right into my eyes, and smiled. After a few months he was getting requests to be a model since he seriously was the perfect little cherub of a child. Kate and I knew if we still […]Read more "Hitting, Biting, Screaming…Yeah, He’s 2"
At some point in parenting you are inevitably going to end up being the parent of the kid who bit or got bit. Its going to happen, like rashes on babies, it just happens. As you all read in my Monday post “Biting At Day Care” I was the parent of the kid who bit. […]Read more "Biting At Day Care (PART 2)"
Last week I was laid out with an illness and didn’t have the energy to write anything. I felt bad that I hadn’t blogged in over a week but the only thing going on in my life were trips to the doctor, gut-wrenching pain, and codeine induced sleeping spells up to 12 hours at a time. I […]Read more "Biting At Day Care"