I live with cavemen, I really do. Now, they're charming cavemen. The ladies love them, and they're very polite, but around the house, they really regress back to the ol' cave. My dog is a cave dog. His shedding has been in overdrive lately and I could fill at least one pillow each day with his cast-off cave dog hair...
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Warning: Those of you who are wise and haven't been drawn into this show will not get this, and for the rest of us, do we..?

Finale Update: "Is he talking about what I think he's talking about?" "If you're talking about time traveling bunnies, yes."
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When Husband and I were prepping for Charlie to start school, we didn't think the school itself mattered as much as the parent-child involvement. While the aforementioned is certainly key, the other night, I felt a twinge of regret as I watched my sister-in-law doing some last-minute sewing. She was making a tiger for her classroom production... Read More...

At this point she raises her eyebrows, not expecting to hear this coming from the mouth of a 10-year-old. She then asks, "Do you have your pee-pee cup..?" Read More...

It's a kick to watch our world map filling in as we connect with the rest of the globe... Read More...

Before we had our son, Husband and I would think nothing of a spontaneous trip into the city for a midnight dinner at our favorite 24-hour dive. We were night owls; expert sleepers... Read More...

By comparison to Eli, Chance is a complete slacker. While Eli would patrol the yard constantly, Chance merely pokes his head out the dog door to see if it's worth his trouble to go out (and for Chance, it's usually not). We discovered that dogs, like children, are their own unique individuals. Eli lived to please us and couldn't bear to be scolded. Reprimands roll off Chance's back like water... Read More...