I Swear Blind I Tried
byTracey needed sleep so I set about making sure she got it. She was pretty much doomed from that moment on.
Tracey needed sleep so I set about making sure she got it. She was pretty much doomed from that moment on.
Every now and then I read a pearler. Every now and then I remember to make a note of it.
The look of horror on my son’s face was immensely satisfying.
I’ve always been a little short sighted. Thanks to my latest effort that’s only going to get worse.
I’m going to let you in on a secret – this recipe business on the blog is the biggest self-serving caper I’ve ever come up with.
I love a good kids’ tv show as much as the next dad. But finding a good one, well that’s the trick.
What I love about Eurovision.
“Dad,” said Miss5, “how do you spell hiii-eeee?” I love it when the kids ask me a question I can answer.
Have you ever noticed the things you want kept on the low down are the things your kids tend to scream at the top of their lungs?
We were on our way to swimming lessons this afternoon and I’d been so busy today I hadn’t remembered to take anything out of the freezer.
You know that thing where you know what you want to say but can’t find the words in your head?
I felt, rather than saw, Tracey leave our bed. Feigning sleep is an important part of the game.
“Send me a photo?” I asked my wife on Thursday night. “No,” she said. “You’ll have to use your imagination.”
The show is my favourite time of the year. Rides, show bags, lights. It is awesome. The kids love it, so I love it. But….taking five kids it can be expensive.
We’d stopped at Sunshine Plaza to check our credit cards were working while we waited for my flight. The good news is they were. The bad news….