It's hard to be the child of photographers. Every time you turn around there is a camera in your face. You can't even have a simple ...

My son Mac lives with his two moms. I carried him and was able to do so with the help of his dad, an artichoke jar , and a lot of luck and ...

If you are not new to this blog you will already know that my wife Tracy and I made our son Mac with the help of his dad Andy. If you ARE...

The clock is nearly striking midnight and I'm as anxious to be home as Cinderella at the end of the ball. Although that is probably the ...

For years I've seen the photos of smiling (and crying) small children heading off on their first day of school. My reaction was a pretty...

Have you noticed it's been several weeks since I've posted a blog? There's a reason for that. I couldn't write another post ...

Sometimes these tiny people, and their capacity for assessing their own needs, amazes me. I mean, babies, toddlers, and children are general...

At the top of our stairs there are two photos from our wedding. One with our wedding party and one of just Tracy and me. Sometime...

My earliest memories come sometime after my third birthday. My mom was pregnant with my brother and I remember her big belly. I remember i...