Last night my son woke at two thirty in the morning. Nothing unusual, yet everything extraordinary. The house was quiet, except for his laughter echoing through the walls, a melody of joy through his giggles that only he can create. The moon was almost full last night and its silver light came through our window…

Drive thrus are always an adventure for us. The second the employee leans out the window and sees the inside of our car covered in Monkey’s beloved Brown Bear drawings, their face tells the whole story. Confusion, curiosity, sometimes a little discomfort, sometimes a smile. When they ask, I take the chance to share a…

They used to be the worst. Our monkey absolutely hated them. More often than not, they ended in pinching, scratching, and even biting. We would go months without a haircut simply because the experience was just too overwhelming for him. Forcing it wasn’t worth the trauma for any of us.But we kept at it. Slowly,…