Saturday morning. 630am. I’m up. Can’t sleep. I move to the couch where one of my boys is already watching TV. 10 minutes later the other is awake. A one-handed hurdle over the back of…

Little boys are disgusting. It should be no surprise. Yet I am surprised each time I enter my bathroom. It often resembles the toilet scene from Trainspotting when Renton enters “the worst toilet in Scotland”:…

Running naked through the house is a nightly occurrence for both my boys. But for Zak, my 7 year old this tends to go hand in hand (no pun intended) with his regular one man…