Here we go again!

9 years ago

“Very few new parents have the time or interest to exchange or return gifts”

11 years ago

Army Recruitment Officers often patrol shopping malls and teen hangouts hoping to round up lost souls promising them a new adventure and a brighter tomorrow. In the Baptism scenario, my mother was the ARO and my son’s soul was the one at risk. She encouraged us to sign up for a tour of duty promising […]

11 years ago

The baptism is usually the first formal outing for the mammy and baby after the birth. The urge to go old-school and get the hair did, nails polished, face painted is understandable, that’s how you always got ready for an event in those hazy, lazy pre-baby days. But now there’s a severe lack of time, […]

11 years ago

Having decided my son was going to follow the footsteps of his forefathers into Catholicism, the next step was to get him christened. I had not attended a christening since my own so I had no idea what to expect. Not being a regular down at Mass since I was 15, I felt a like […]

11 years ago

For the most part, it’s me and him against the world. We are Winnie the Poo’s Kanga and Roo (wherever Kanga goes, Roo goes too). However, like a newly rich billionaire still married to his high-school sweet-heart, I get the impression that, although he is currently satisfied with his set-up, he is only biding his […]

11 years ago

God seems like he might be a bit of alright, but I can’t commit to hanging out every Sunday

11 years ago

We are a hairy family. I wish there were a more elegant way of saying it, but there isn’t. We are not Teen Wolf hairy, people don’t have the urge to scratch behind our ears, but in all the generations I have met there hasn’t been a baldy amongst them. My son has inherited this […]

11 years ago