It started when I was 6. My dad interrupted Christmas to tell me THAT MY FRIGGIN’ GRANDMOTHER WAS DEAD. And the ghost stories begin.

I cannot wait to listen as she puts her head on my shoulder and recounts the entire Technicolor evening of dance — good and bad.

While I often joke about the mom-centric attitude of my children, it’s definitely started to wear this stay-at-home dad down.

The end of that old camper is a beginning for that journal I found in it. It shows me a past where I hoped for my boys’ future.

There’s no secret formula to forming those traditions – at least none I’m aware of. Well, repetition seems like a needed ingredient.

Traveling with young kids is always more stressful and time-consuming than you expect. These family travel tips will definitely help you.