Jason turned 12 today. Yes, I blinked and that little bundle of joy that kept us up at all hours for months (years?) on end, is now just one year shy of being a teenager. Apparently we timed Jason’s birth perfectly since Marvel seems to love his birthday weekend. The last two years we got to celebrate in “super” style by taking him and his friends to see Iron Man 3 and Captain America: The …
I may’ve turned 40 on Saturday, but I feel like I’m 12 again. This weekend, my wife and kids pulled out all the stops. And I do mean all. The day started bright and early at 7:02 when my alarm clock (a.k.a. Ryan, my super-excited 6-year-old) jumped into bed screaming it’s my birthday. He then proceeded to watch an episode or two of T.U.F.F. Puppy on TV while I dozed in and out of dreamland. …
Next week I turn 40. That means this is the last weekend for me to enjoy in my 30s. Then it’s apparently all over. I officially step onto… The Hill. To be honest, after having kids, my own birthday isn’t that big a deal anymore. I know the kids love celebrating, so I join in on that fun. But it’s not like I’m thinking about a day focused solely on me. Though I am looking …
