One thing that may come as a shock is that sometimes I am not the most patient person. As tough as it is, I realize that my son isn't me and that I need to be showing patience in all situations with him.
You know what I love most about the Olympics, is that you can binge watch it and not feel like a couch potato because you are not just watching mindless T.V., but instead you are watching history being made.
My sons memory is a lockbox. Lindsay and I are in shock with how good his memory really is. I bet there is going to eventually come a day when Sam says, "Mom...Dad... remember 12 years ago when you promised you would do this? "
Details are important. They can make or break the kind gestures that we try to do.
This past week I was slapped in the face with a reminder that I am still breaking myself of the love of money, and the fact that I get to add another "You're the worst" trophy to my mantle.