Happy eighth birthday, Muppets. Continue reading
I spent the better part of the afternoon on my hands and knees bleaching the bathroom floor. There are people coming over tomorrow for a birthday party and there is pee all over. Age six and aim is not your strong suit.
Your memorial day birthday coincides with the conclusion of kindergarten. For some reason this seems so much older to me. First grade is for big kids. Continue reading
Five has always been my lucky number.
So 5-years-old was the age I dreamt about during the early days of our adventure. Especially since the neurological studies kept reminding me that 90 percent of a childâ€™s brain develops throughout the first five years of life. Continue reading
Memorial Day weekend is once again upon us. And as we have for the past four years, it was time to celebrate the unexpected arrival of Search and Destroy.
Wait, what? â€œPast four years,â€ you ask? Yes. That first year wasnâ€™t so much a party as a, â€œOh shit, what now?â€ All following years were celebrated because â€œOh shit! We made it!â€ Continue reading
Destroy has always had a bit of an impulsive side to him.
From out of nowhere youâ€™ll hear a primal yell. Youâ€™ll feel the walls shudder around you; what was once order will suddenly become a cacophony of chaos â€“ disarray resulting from a category 5 hurricane muppet. Toys strewn in his wake surrender to the playroom battlefield as a 38-pound Godzilla conquers the northeast end of his home. Continue reading