My role as a professional communicator obviously comes into play in my personal life.  My wife hates it when I try to think strategically about how we are going to address a conversation with our children or even worse, when I try to influence the way she is trying to frame a discussion or argument with me. I don't blame her, I am a general jackass and when I revert to a monotone, placating doofus, nodding my head and waiting for her to finish so I can refute in well-defined key message style bullet points, I would want to hit... More »

Mom uside down is WOWHappy MD xoxoxoxox (please look at this to crile a little - that's smile and cry. )... More »

Early on in my parenting career, when I was filled with hope and promise and not covered in jam, I promised myself that I would not forget what it was like to be a kid so I could relate better to my kids. I figured it would more come into play in the teenage years where the clandestine becomes more important, that I would pop out from behind the bushes as my son(s) passed the mason jar full of jungle juice around. Or lie waiting in their bed next to the decoy formed pillows as they snuck back home in... More »

a girl has to do what a girl has to do... More »

Tasman scored his first soccer goal last night.  It was purposeful gain of the ball, cutting to the centre of the field in front of the goal and blasting a left footer in the top corner.  The keeper never had a chance. He bounded toward me like he just scored the game winner in the World Cup Final.  No mad, tear your shirt off, histrionics, but just genuine, earnest glee for gaining the glory of his teammates and me, his embarrassingly effusive coach/father.So why, after the immediate pride and happiness for Tasman dipped, did I start think about Hudson would... More »