“Daddy?” “What’s up Hun?” “Can I get a fidget spinner?” She finally got around to asking for a fidget spinner. This question was a “when” issue, not an “if” issue. I knew this moment would come. I let loose with a resigned sigh and smiled. “You’ve earned the allowance. Sure.” “Yay!” I’ve been noticing these things, these fidget spinners on my news feeds for a while now. I think it has nearly run its course. Stage one: you see nothing…
Stay-At-Home parenting is unrelenting The hours of a Stagehand are moody and erratic Spring is the busy season. Spring is when “unrelenting” clashes with “moody and erratic”. This is the time of year where I find myself tired to the point where I begin thinking things like, “Am I looking at something real or is this a hallucination?” Due to my high volume of work, my domestic duties suffer, only doing half the laundry (despite what I desperately tell myself)…
The mind of a seven year old is a delightful and maddening thing. They understand stories, but not plot. They understand game rules, but don’t bother thinking about the long term effects of those rules. Their approach to creating order from chaos is to add more chaos. I think they see it as a full-circle sort of concept—just keep piling it on! I watch Lyd getting mired in rules and plot twists that are convoluted, shape-shifting and they move in…
“Are you two going to swim your hearts out?” “Well not really…because we need our hearts to be alive.” “Yes…that’s true. It’s just a figure of speech.” “But what do they mean by it? Because…you would die without your heart.” “I…” My shoulders slumped, “I’ll explain it when you’re older.” Reggie interjected, “I like to swim Daddy!” “After watching you in that pool last week, I don’t think that is something you need to explain Hun!” “I like to drink…
“Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories” -Sun Tzu “Daddy, I want to cut you.” “What’s that Hun?” “Pleeeeeeeeease!” “Please? That’s simply a word. I need more than that if I’m going to understand you.” “Please let me cut you!” “Fine.” I put the final dish into the washer and tossed the towel onto the counter. I stepped into the Living Room to see Reg holding a foam sword and gesturing to the floor. “Way down…
If you should ever peruse our “this is why we can’t have nice things” file. You will find a small cabinet with shelves that used to hold our DVDs. This wasn’t a terribly fancy cabinet, it was made of particle board, some assembly was required. It was nice enough, it matched the theme of our living room and we were satisfied with it. Then one day, one of the doors was open and Regina thought it would be pretty cool…
I was in a good mood all morning, Lydia was a charming little thing and got herself ready for school on time. Reggie was a little on the grumpy side but she was getting over it. The school drop-off was a success. The sun was shining and the coffee tasted better than usual. Reg and I got Home and she settled into doing her own thing. I decided to take this moment of contentment for my morning prayers. This part…
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…
“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,…
I could hear the stairs creaking. There was a small visitor approaching. She rounded the corner, it was Regina. “Oh! Hi Daddy!” She froze. “Hey Hun!” “Reggie! Did you wander upstairs?” Annie appeared next to Reg. “Dad…Daddy has cream on his face.” “That’s shaving cream.” “Oh.” She then noticed the razor in my hand. “Daddy’s gonna brush his teeth.” “No, he’s about to shave.” “He’s gonna shave his teeth?” Annie laughed. “No, he’s going to shave his face and get…