• Parenting

    Saint Nick.

    I blame Clement Clarke Moore. I feel a little bad for throwing the blame at him because Clement is not here to defend himself. Oh, he’s long gone. He died in 1863. You’ve might have heard of the guy – he was a professor born and raised in New York City. A wealthy professor that lived in a mansion with his wife, Catherine. Did he call her Kate? Who knows. Clement and Catherine produced nine children. On December 24, 1822, Clement plucked a feather from one of his farm chickens, found some ink, and wrote a fictional poem. He needed a good story to get the kids to go to bed. They had an early morning at…

  • Humor

    And the Academy Award goes to…not me.

    What’s that saying? “If you love someone, set them free.” I am going to amend that – “If you love someone, let them sleep.” FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR MOTHER. Oh kids. This isn’t a post about the hate for Elf on the Shelf. I actually kind of like the guy. I like setting up different scenarios our elf, Buddy, has gotten into during the night. Sure, there are nights when I forget to move him. I send Scott down to move him in the morning. This is always a risk. We don’t necessarily use Buddy as a threat that he’s “watching.” It’s the hunt. The kids love the hunt.…