“Maybe I can run the girls out to my parents place, you can be left alone to pack undisturbed. Then we take off?” “That sounds wonderful! Before you go downstairs, do I look okay in this dress?” (Does she look okay in that dress)… “Our twelfth anniversary is coming up.” “Good God! It’s been Twelve years already?” “Daddy? Regina is climbing on top of the couch again.” “Daddy? Wydia hit me” “Regina! It’s time to sit on the potty!” “No!”…
A couple weeks ago there was a video that went viral of Professor Robert Kelly attempting to have an interview on BBC News about South Korea, unfortunately he forgot to lock his office door and his children came wandering in. Pure natural comedy ensued as Prof. Kelly attempted to maintain the interview while keeping his children at bay all the while trying to not crack up. The best part happened seconds later as his wife skids into the room to…
“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…
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…