It's a bit of an understatement that it's been hot lately.  Even so, we have found some good, cool(er), mostly shady places to bike - and the Delaware & Raritan Canal Towpath is the latest and greatest.   [...]More

Ah, boys of summer.  Ok you're all pretty adorable.  Especially when you do that home-run thing.  Our first professional baseball game with our daughter was a home-run bordered slapfest… so much better than my first game (a no-hitter… fantastic achievement, but really boring by kid-standards). But this post isn't about baseball.  It's about what happens to your kid after four or five innings of happily watching other people play games, as afternoon heads for dusk.  All hail the funzone area in the lower level of the park.   [...]More

So last weekend, early morning's minion (aka, our daughter) woke us before it got too hot, and we set off for a leisurely ride along the Wissahickon River, near the Valley Green Inn.  For those not familiar, the Valley Green Inn is a lovely restaurant located on the old post road to Philadelphia, from when the post was delivered on horseback.  The historic building's current occupants serve lovely brunches, and had the wisdom to attach a small snack shop next door filled with food that hikers and bike riders enjoy.  For there are many who hit this trail when the weather gets nice.  Why?  It's tree-lined, wide, and great exercise.  The river rolls past at a great clip, and - most importantly - there are no cars.  You'll see bikers, hikers, joggers, and the occasional equestrian on this ride.   [...]More

There are a few reasons why we took our daughter bowling the first time - primarily, it was the only thing open, aside from the coffee shop, that didn't involve a truck-stop or an all-night diner.  Have I mentioned she wakes up early?  Ahuh.  Bowling doesn't require that many active brain cells either - wait, hold your emails - lots of [...]More

We didn't go anywhere during Snowpocalypse '10.  Like, not even to the back yard.  The snow is over M's head in places.  We attempting some sledding, but no go. [...]More