An Ode to Parents and the MVPs of Your House

Family

My oldest friend in the world recently lost his father, a truly good and loving man whose personality and passion for the world stayed with him until the very end.  I will always treasure my last visit with him... a chance encounter while taking ARG for a walk where we got some pics of the family (his father was a professional photographer who probably loved his job more than anyone has ever loved their job).  At the time, ARG was still in her man-hater phase, but for some reason, she really liked him.  We have literally no explanation for that.  One of the few regrets I have in moving away from the D is that I can't be there for friends and family when something like this happens, and I hope that this post in some way makes up for that.

In real life, I work with families every day.  I get a lot of questions about how some of my clients end up the way they do.  And there are a lot of reasons, really.  But the biggest reason can be answered pretty easily...

Is Parenting a Sport???

Looks just like his father...

Most of you know we're expecting a new member in the LB family some time in November, a boy to finally even the score in this joint.  Many other new additions in the fams of the LB crew in the last year or so, including a recent little lady to Boing (now on Twitter!), Fah's second son, and a baby boy to "who knew he read every week"... let's call him... Bob.  I think he'll know who he is with that one.  Rumor has it many other may be in the pipeline?  Homonym!  YES!!!  I'll be here all week.

Anyways, thought it was time to re-post the only post not about sports, and that was our fatherhood post from a couple years back, guest starring Fah T and Major Mojo who, quite honestly, both hit it on the head.  I have a bigger question when it comes to parenting, though...