The mercury was rising. The natives were getting restless. Which usually means impending crankiness. Which is our typical signal for lunch.
What better time to take advantage of a lazy summer Sunday? We threw on some sandals and 20 minutes of whining, bargaining and begging later, we were ready to head out. Time for a gourmet mid-day meal. (As the following tale could happen anywhere, I’ll refer to our dining destination by a pseudonym – Yellow Canary.) Continue reading
I opened the green binder to sign the boys out of school. And there was the ominous folded sheet paper.
The Xeroxed Incident/Accident report. With “Incident” prominently circled. Oh goodie. Continue reading
You’re probably at the mall.
For I have seen the Gates of Hell. And they bear the sign, “Valley Fair.”
Whoever coined the phrase “If you’re going through hell, keep on going…” was obviously at the mall when inspiration hit. Continue reading
You know that scene at the end of Jerry Maguire – where the little boy hurls the baseball over the fence?
Yeah. That’s my kid. Except substitute shoe and roof for the ball and fence. Continue reading
For those curious, it is not possible to flush an entire roll of toilet paper down the toilet – cardboard roll and all. Even if you climb into the bowl to help shove it down. Continue reading
“Don’t you wish you could…” is not a concept present in the mind of a child.
It is truly amazing to watch little ones discover the world – unencumbered and uninhibited by impossibilities. They don’t wish they could. They just do. For better or worse. Continue reading
Destroy may physically be a carbon copy of his father, but lately it appears my genes have been making an appearance.
Tantrums abound. And I may have been a wee bit difficult (and/or incoherently irrational) as a small (midsize and large) child. Continue reading
I truly believe we should be able to give life a timeout if so deserved. I need one from being an adult.
So if you need me, I will be in my blanket fort, coloring. I promise to willingly retreat to my room for nap when the clock strikes 12. Continue reading
The boys want nothing to do with the potty. Rather they seem to be quite enamored with going through 3,000 diapers per year.
So we ordered books. (Because heretoforth those “What To Expect” how-to guides have always served us so well…) Continue reading
