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I really thought living at our house would have better prepared them for mealtimes involving loud noises, food flying through the air, unintelligible shouting and open flames, but no. … More The teppanyaki incident
Somewhere beneath the surface of this sudsy water is a large, hairy and apparently quite clumsy spider. I was washing up and discovered him snoozing under one of the breakfast dishes. There was a minor commotion, and in the confusion he ran across the draining board and actually appeared to trip over the edge into … More Well, I’ve got a bit of a situation here.
Hey, it looks like I’ve picked up a few new likers and followers today! And if I’m not mistaken, some of you are neither close friends nor blood relatives of mine! Welcome, and thanks for reading. I’d love to know how you came upon my little blog, so I can work out what I did … More Hello, strangers!
Oh, how I wish I could go back to the days when I was a parenting expert. Before I had to live with actual children, I had all the answers to all the childrearing questions – even if nobody bothered to ASK me the questions, tsk! So much unsolicited advice and silent judgement. So many … More I was once a paragon of parenting. Then I had kids and ruined it.
Well, maybe they do. But they certainly don’t make a good long-term investment for that purpose. (I was being all industrious this morning and filling the slow-cooker instead of dawdling over coffee while the kids ate breakfast. I was actually thinking how cute it was that Boy-child was singing to baby girl to keep her … More Bananas do not make good drumsticks.
Well, as of this week I’ve been at this parenting gig for five years. In most vocations this would probably put me in a position of some seniority. I’d be a specialist, or at least be competent enough to work without direct supervision. Sadly, five years of parenthood has not rendered me an expert. On … More Mysteries of childrearing
Since our big Boy-child is nearly five, he’s recently graduated to reading chapter books instead of just picture books. Which is to say, we his staff now read a bigger book to him and deal with more frequent interruptions as he doesn’t have lots of pictures to examine while he’s listening to the story. Last … More Daddy ruins storytime