February 2nd, 2007
I woke up this morning and almost immediately went into a chest-clenching panic attack. I was thinking about The Girl’s birthday and what we are doing for her. I was taking a mental inventory of the things she’s been asking for over the last few months, compiling a gift list. And then it hit me: [...]
January 17th, 2007
If you are ever in a situation to participate in making stone soup with your child’s pre-school class, bear these tips in mind: 1. Don’t bring the onion. 2. If you bring the onion, don’t chop it first. 3. If you chop it, for goodness sake, double-bag it. Doubtless these tips aren’t necessary if you [...]
December 27th, 2006
On Christmas Eve, just before the kids went to bed, my wife prepared two bags of “reindeer food” for the kids to give to Santa’s reindeer. It was a mixture of instant oatmeal and glitter in two plastic zip bags. The kids took it excitedly but were unsure what to do with it. We walked [...]
December 25th, 2006
The kids are in bed, the fire has died, and the last of the presents are all finally wrapped and under the tree. It’s 11:35pm on Christmas Eve. We did pretty well—mainly because this year we didn’t have anything that required construction. Downstairs we’ve got all the essentials for a Christmas morning with two young [...]
October 7th, 2006
Tonight we had one of those random, wonderful moments that you try to hold on to because, despite how silly you know it was, it was great and you know it will never happen again. It’s the kind of thing that can only happen when your children are at a certain age. They’re young enough [...]
September 17th, 2006
When I sat down with my son on Friday, he seemed a little dejected until… Son: Dad, Mom hid the cookies and I can’t find ‘em. Me: Oh? You’ve been looking for them, eh? Son: Yah. But she hid ‘em really well. Me: Hmm. She’s a good hider. Son: Yah. Me: Yah. Anyway, it’s close [...]
September 4th, 2006
It’s 8:10 PM and I’m pondering my next move. Our son has gone to extreme lengths to avoid taking a bath tonight. First he tried a simple ploy: Me: Sounds like your sister is done with her bath. Your turn. Son: Uh, I think I still hear water running, Dad. Next, he told me that [...]