It was another snow day, and it wasn’t even a fun kind of snow day. The fun snow days, at least for kids, are the ones where we get piled on with heavy damp snow, perfect snowball snow, perfect snowman snow, the kind of snow where a kid can make tunnels and go sledding. Meanwhile parents are quietly cursing and wiping frozen boogers off their faces as they dig out from the blizzard. Those are the ideal snow days, where…
“I’m not getting out of bed until Mommy comes back with a thermometer.” She groaned. “Is she making ultimatums now?” I thought. Then I realized, Annie was not in the corner getting Reggie out of her pajamas. “Hmm” was my clever retort. Regina decided to clarify things for me, “Wydia’s not feeling good Daddy.” I could tell; she looked miserable. Annie squeezed past me, popped a thermometer into Lydia’s mouth and grabbed Reg. I took the opportunity to finish brushing…
A couple days ago, Lydia hurt a friend’s feelings by telling her friend that she likes a different friend more than her. That is an awkward sentence. Here’s a summary: Lyd told Friend A that she likes Friend B more than Friend A. Friend A had hurt feelings over it. After a brief intervention from their teacher, Lydia was in tears and was sob-croaking out her apology. Our daughter has a sweet and Loving heart and I am absolutely certain…
Last night, Annie brought pizza Home. I was starving and it smelled delicious. Eagerly I grabbed a slice and chomped in. It was a little overfilled and some sauce oozed out the other side, landing on my shirt. “Oh for the Love of…! That’s it. I am this close to quitting!” My eyes widened. Slowly chewing, I looked around the room. “Who said that?” my words partially obscured by half-masticated dough and cheese. “I did! Jerk.” “Who?” I timidly shrank…
Here is the transcript from a Super Bowl LI Commercial for Audi: “What do I tell my daughter? Do I tell her, her Grandpa’s worth more than her Grandma? That her Dad is worth more than her Mom? Do I tell her that despite her education, her drive, her skills, her intelligence, she’ll automatically be valued as less than every man she ever meets? Or maybe, I’ll be able to tell her something different.” I was a little angry after…
“Hmm. What’s this? The Finding Dory Memory Match Game. Say! We got that for the girls for Christmas. I have not yet played it with them.” I looked over at Reggie, she seemed pretty bored, and she’s always trying to insert herself into games. “Why Not?” I thought to myself. “Wanna play the Finding Dory Memory Game?” “Yeah!” “All Right!” I dumped out the box. Seventy-Two pieces? Yeesh. “Well here we go!” Regina Loves helping, but even by toddler standards,…