by spencer | Dec 27, 2022 | Family
How was your Christmas? Mine was barfy Tate is a barfy kid. Colorado, California, the Netherlands. If he’s been there, he’s barfed there. (Our apologies to the street in front of the Anne Frank House.) It usually happens when he falls asleep in the car. So we do our...
by spencer | Jan 1, 2020 | Family
A Spaceship Ride to Heaven I had my first kid when I was 25. The next day my hair started falling out. Then my family doctor said I needed glasses. (It was all quite traumatic.) I looked up the closest opthamologist and ended up with an old guy in an even older...
by spencer | Jul 7, 2019 | Family
Tatercation Tate was pretty excited when he made the 8-year-old All Star team (and I was pretty excited when I was asked to help coach). There was just one problem — the state tournament was the same weekend as our annual St. George vacation w Traci’s family. Tate was...
by spencer | Apr 14, 2019 | Family
When spying on your kids backfires They’re watching. They’re always watching. After Traci’s final cancer treatment, we decided to celebrate. Thanks to my buddy Bert, we had a lovely kid-free weekend in St. George. We didn’t do a ton, since I’m still in my walking boot...
by spencer | Jan 6, 2019 | Family
Chemo Day(s) Wondering what the chemo routine is like for Traci? Come on, she’ll take you on a little tour. Sunday Funday Though I get chemo on Mondays, the process actually begins the day before. Every Sunday, I go to the hospital to get bloodwork done, which means...
by spencer | Dec 20, 2018 | Family
The Boy Who Refuses to Sing Curtis is not a fan of the limelight. When he was a Sunbeam, every kid had a part in the program. One by one, they walked to the microphone and said their line. Not Curtis. He walked up to the microphone, turned his back to the crowd, and...
