I want to start out by saying I’m not complaining. Really. I’m just contemplating the holidays… For the first time in many years, I took my three kids to Los Angeles to celebrate Hanukkah with my Dad and have a bit of a collective holiday. We had a good time, ...

It’s buried in the email from the administration, a message about the dress code for the performers in the upcoming holiday concert: Please note that girls are now required to wear dress pants for concerts (no leggings, skinny jeans, etc.). What they aren’t saying there is that this isn’t about ...

The name of my blog is “An Ordinary Dad” which I obviously am.  And my tag-line is ‘trying to become an extraordinary father” which may or may not be so obvious.  This question of extraordinary fathering is one I’ve been … Continue reading →...

There is this one moment, that if I could make it last forever I would.  But inevitably it always ends and usually much sooner than I want. You see, Sunday mornings getting the kids up, fed, bathed(sometimes?) and clothed, to get to church ON TIME, is...

I’ve had problems bonding with my son.  And I know I’m not alone.  The number one thing people search for that brings them to my sight, (besides “good pool snacks”) is “father not able to bond with son”.  I can’t say that my experience will help everyone, but maybe something ...

So many of the soft skills that I teach to new Customer Service Representatives relate to other relationships in life. I’m always trying to be a better husband and a better father, so as I teach my current class about these soft skills I couldn’t help but reflect on how ...

I have no idea where this comes from, but Ella will push her bin of toys around the house and say, “Obey! Obey! Obey!”  Sure we teach her to obey.  At the dinner table tonight, out of the blue, she quotes one of the Bible verses we’ve been working on. ...

I’m signed up to receive the Great Dad newsletter, and three weeks ago it said, “Your Baby May Take Time to Master Walking”  Problem is Pax wasn’t even crawling on all fours yet!  Instead he liked to drag his legs behind him and either pull himself with his arms or ...

Growing up, I never knew what it was like to have a sister.  My two older brothers liked to wrestle me and pin me to the ground.  Then mercilessly hover their hands over my stomach and pretend they were going to tickle me, to death.  As a kid I hated ...