“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” ―Martin Luther Our baby daughter is at it again, tearing down the block-built towers of the older kids. I’m sorry, kids. She needs to be in here now and there’s no keeping her from the blocks […]

This is the second of a loose series loosely called Blockpile Meditations. Series, thou art loosed. Part one is here. —–   —–   —– Our four-year-old son is getting it. He has built his castle of blocks and he is smiling. It is tall and imposing. It is lovely. But an enemy lurks on the edges […]

Note: I wrote this over a year ago (though it hasn’t been previously published). That’s why the ages are all wrong and I’m even balder now. Why haven’t I published it till now? Well, it’s more intimate and self-revelatory than I’m usually very comfortable with. (I am, as that one man once said, a man.) […]

I’m a big advocate of using big words with little kids. Our tendency, of course, is to use very simple terminology with children. It seems to me like we do this out of two desires. One is compassionate. We just want them to understand, so we want to serve them by making things as clear […]