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As this year’s football season officially closed out Sunday in joyous fashion with our New York Giants pulling out another thrilling victory over the Pats, it made me think about how much our house has recently become truly obsessed with football. Mommy and I are both getting glimpses of what it will be like around here with four males rooting for sports instead of just one. Needless to say, we have slightly different reactions to that realization, but to her credit, she’s at least talking a... Read Full Story

We all huddled near the door, nervous for what lay on the other side. We could barely hear the count from the din all around us but we tried to be brave. We could have been on a rescue mission, on a midnight ambush deep behind enemy lines. One, two, three – GO! The door slid open and we tumbled out into the maelstrom. The wind nearly knocked the first two to the ground as they braced themselves against the pelting rainstorm and ran for the entrance. I was the last to depart and as I watched... Read Full Story

Sometimes it seems as if our two and a half year old is growing older by the minute. Well I guess he actually is, but you know what I mean. He still takes a decent nap in the afternoons and on many days when I’m working from home, Mommy uses the time to get out to the store, help at the elementary school and go other often unnamed but surely important places. Our little guy is just about through potty training but still sleeps in his crib, locked in by his crib tent . We’ve set up a twin... Read Full Story

As I sat working in my office today with my now 2 1/2 year old youngest son yelling to Mommy that he was done with his nap and for her to “come check on him”, I was reminded of this early post from two years ago when he was still a very little guy. It’s amazing how much can change in such a short amount of time. We’re so past baby mode now that it is hard to even remember all that goes on with that stage. Here’s the original post. Enjoy! ***  Soon after our youngest was born in March... Read Full Story

The older boys and I were driving in my car yesterday. The “cool” car as they call it, or as their younger brother says, the “silly” car. I think it’s gotten those names because I occasionally take the corners faster than in the minivan and because I can reach my toddler better for tickles. Yesterday we were making a quick run to Toys R Us to replace a broken remote control car (which Daddy, in an unusually smart move, bought the $5 warranty for since it seemed destined for breakage) and a... Read Full Story

I started crying at the breakfast table Sunday morning. Talking to the boys about September 11 th on the tenth year anniversary of the attacks seemed like the right thing to do. But I was surprised to find myself get so emotional when describing it to them. Until this past year, we had intentionally not talked to them about that day, thinking that it might be too upsetting for them and scare them about flying or when Daddy goes on trips. Recently, though, they’d seen a picture in a book or... Read Full Story

My two oldest boys recently went to morning day camp called That’s Gross Camp , and was part of the Discovery Camp program at Maymont Park in Richmond. With a name like that, I was expecting half the boys in the city to show up. Much to the surprise of my boys, all the counselors were girls. Maybe that added to the grossness for a six and seven year old. Here are top 10 “gross” facts that the boys came home talking about. If someone is stuck in the desert and can’t find any water, they... Read Full Story

Two years ago today, MyBoys3 was born. Thank you to everyone who has taken a few moments to read my musings. I appreciate all the feedback and hope that the posts have brought a few smiles, one or two insightful moments and perhaps a laugh. It’s certainly proven to be a therapeutic diversion for me at the end of the long day or as a way to cement some of the fun memories in our family. While most of the posts are in my voice as the Dad and about the boys, I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out... Read Full Story

My six-year-old is playing flag football this fall, and despite the misleading “flag” designation, the four nights a week two hour practices for the entire month of August have been pretty intense. Intense for both of us, since, as I tend to do, I’ve signed up to help coach as well. This is both of our first forays into the world of playing football. Despite many hours of practice watching from the couch, it is a sport for which I’d never formally ventured off the sideline. My oldest son... Read Full Story

Last weekend we went to the Outer Banks for a few days. While we didn’t visit any lighthouses this time, it reminded me of one of the earliest posts (#2) on MB3 nearly two years ago. I think I’ve learned my lesson and haven’t tried lighthouses since! Enjoy. ***  The really tough parts of being a dad often catch you by surprise. Seemingly innocent things can turn terribly wrong. Take visiting a lighthouse for example. We vacationed last month in the Outer Banks and one morning we went to... Read Full Story