Better late than never

There was a time when a monthly column was, well, monthly. But that was then and this is now and all that has come before has gone away, or changed, or been forgotten. Today, we stand on the edge of a technology that we should have embraced a long time ago - the blog.

For those of you parents out there who don't know what "blog" means, it is from the Latin "queritor," which means "to complain excessively, whine, gripe." Actually, it has nothing to do with that word. But that's what I'll be doing here.

My son, Aidan, is 5, and that pretty much speaks for itself when it comes to anxiety, stress, laughter, embarrassment and exhaustion. I am 41 years old, which also speaks for itself when it comes to anxiety, stress, laughter, embarrassment and exhaustion. He and I are pretty much perfect for each other: I have no idea why he does what he does, and he has no idea why I don't want him to do what he's doing.

I hope you'll share your confusion with me, and will pick up the free monthly magazine Parents Express, within which I have been sharing stories of Aidan in my "Dadography" column for the last six years. If nothing else, it will give you something to do while your child runs around the living room screaming for no apparent reason.