On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A snowman family straight from the sea. Many of you know about my Christmas tradition of making a snowman ornament for my wife, Robyn. Read about it here. This
On the First Day of Christmas…

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: A snowman family straight from the sea. Many of you know about my Christmas tradition of making a snowman ornament for my wife, Robyn. Read about it here. This
Robyn, Beck and I spent a few days at Universal Studios, Florida last week and discovered how far theme park design has advanced in the past decade. The rides are visually stunning and physically immersive, to the point where fantasy blends with
A four-family 5k run with bouncy houses Just another race for team “Ice Cream Truck Chasers.” I lobbied for the name “Team Bad Ass,” but nobody wanted to be half or dumb (I called dibs on smart). Yet, we snarfed down
What does mom’s night out mean? For me and Beck, it means Dadssert – anything dad can scrounge from the pantry that includes sugar or sugar-like substances. The only things not allowed are those mom wants us to eat. The best
You can’t always get what you want, But if you try sometimes, you might find, You get what you need. – some band from the sixties – The only computer in my high school was a punch-card computer. Believe it or not,
You don’t have to send a cake, but a simple thank you would be nice. After all, at college back in 1985, before Jack Bauer came on the scene, I was there keeping you safe. One night, while you were snuggled up
I’ll start you off easy, with a problem from one of Beck’s 2nd grade, weekly math quizzes. {You haven’t even read it, and I can see your eyes have already glazed over! Go on, give it a try.} The solution:
Here are a couple of old photos courtesy of Bring Your Parents to Work Day. The family doesn’t make it to our jobsites very often these days, probably because they are scattered around the country (both the houses and the family),
The Story It all started with this. A single motor. My six year old boy, Beck, was rummaging through his cousins’ old Legos and came across this motor. “What’s this, dad?” “Looks like a motor… Hmm…” I grumbled. “I didn’t know Lego made motors. They
A typical Saturday morning conversation at the Bjella house goes something like this: “I’m off to play with my racquetball friends, dear.” [muffled sounds from under the covers] I speak loudly in case she’s still asleep, because I am a good