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Henry's so good. It doesn't make for funny stories so I don't often write about how good he is in my Family Time column, but he's really just so good. Today after dinner as I was putzing in the kitchen, I heard him playing the slide...

I envy the calm, lilting tone I hear some mothers use. “No thank you!” they recite, gently guiding their child away from climbing the radiator around the perimeter of the children's room at the library that all kids gravitate toward. “We'll get them at the patch...

I often think to myself, “One of these days I'm going to look up some charming ideas on Pinterest and spend the day with my son Henry making bumblebees out of pool noodles and painting every surface in the house with chalkboard paint.” I place...

We have some outrageous family lore on both sides of my family tree, like how my uncle Johnny ended up in the upstairs apartment painting the walls for the tenants when he was three, and how my dad at 18 months toddled across the railroad...

We like to take our toddler Henry to the Monday night City Band concerts in City Park. But I'd be lying if I said he peacefully enjoys the music. While he listens, he also pokes his fingers in the irrigation control valve covers, smacks the metal...