We just had my daughter’s fifth birthday party (her actual birthday is this coming weekend, but we held the party when we could maximize attendance). I’m still coming to grips with the fact that I have two five year olds. There are two human beings, of whom I am fully responsible. And they’re both five… Continue reading Where bullet points quell the silence
Category: Tantrums
Where a splash & a little bit of lip crack me up
I’ll admit to having a bit of the same identity crisis as my friend Cameron, where I don’t fully know what direction to take this little blog of mine and it’s three & three-quarter readers. I can write about diet & fitness & the like until…whenever. But, well, even I’d grow tired of reading it… Continue reading Where a splash & a little bit of lip crack me up
Where I have a new favorite tantrum
As one of the (many) reasons of this blog is to preserve those memories which, given time, may depart for forever, I thought I’d share a particularly entertaining tantrum. We ditched cable a long, long time ago . . . this has its pros and cons. Pro: our monthly bills went down by a significant… Continue reading Where I have a new favorite tantrum
Where bananas flood my youthful memories
Bananas. I love them, and I always have. My kids, also, love bananas. When I was a child, however, the dream of the perfect banana taunted me — brilliantly yellow without anything close to resembling a brown spot on the skin. I’d peel it and there would be no strands, whatsoever, because the perfect banana… Continue reading Where bananas flood my youthful memories
Where I distract myself with my children
I am….troubled by the news out of Boston. Is that the right word? Troubled? Saddened? Shocked? Sickened? Worried? I’ll stick with troubled. Qualifying for the Boston Marathon is on the mind of any runner, no matter their level. They say you start running for individual reasons, which are far too numerous to try to list.… Continue reading Where I distract myself with my children
Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad
I’m looking at a few nights alone with the kids. While I’d never, ever, choose to be a single parent, and while I’m scared to admit it, I’m actually really looking forward to it. Daddy / kid time doesn’t happen a whole lot . . . just like I fear each of the kids has… Continue reading Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad
Where I recap 4th of July happenings
I’m still torn on my thoughts about the 4th of July falling on a Wednesday. It gives you this “weekend in the middle of the week” thing that is just really, really difficult to wrap my brain around. I swear, last night, I started going through the dreaded routine that I go through on Sunday… Continue reading Where I recap 4th of July happenings
Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Saturday was a fine day. Duffy and I traded off watching the kids and getting yardwork done, meaning that I actually got a little bit of sun (which, I hope, will mean that I don’t burn the very instant that I get to the beach in July). There was some napping that happened. All in… Continue reading Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Where I like my kids
A very wise soul once said to me “you’ll love your kids, always, but that doesn’t mean you always have to like them,” and, well, there are moments where that rings truer than it seems possible. When a kid decides to kick away and start running when I’m half-through changing their diaper, or when the… Continue reading Where I like my kids
Where I recount an evening trip for ice cream
We went out for ice cream last night. Normally, this isn’t big news – but when you’re the parent of toddlers, it is1. We have a little mom & pop place, not too far from the house, that makes some wonderful ice cream . . . so we packed the kids into my truck and… Continue reading Where I recount an evening trip for ice cream