The Art of Closure
For months, I had to drag my son, Sevan, from the bathtub kicking and screaming. That is until I got him to say goodnight to each…
Honeymooning with an Infant is a Trip (Not a Vacation)
I consider myself a late bloomer. I seem to take my own time arriving at where I need to be – whether it was learning to…
Why the Process is More Important than the Results
When my son, Sevan, was old enough to play with blocks, the routine would go something like this: daddy would sit on the floor beside him…
Why the First Time for Everything Still Matters
Just a few months ago my son, Sevan, started walking. Out of the blue, with no warning, he just let go of my leg and walked…