Not sure how it plays out with other families, but with only two sleeps until the big man in red delivers our kids their prizes for being good this year, we’re at the point of our family tradition where I don’t get to spend much time with my wife.
It’s not as hard you think…is something I only like to say when referring to Christmas. Christmas is the most wonderful, magical, exciting, smile-attracting and enthusiastically anticipated time of the year. Even more-so than Father’s Day. But it’s also stressful. Well good news, folks, I’m here to help.
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I don’t claim to have been much of an expert of the fairer sex when I was a young man, but I’m pretty sure I remember something about how desirable being swept off your feet and carried off to a fairytale castle was.
“I reckon I’d have made a great candle maker,” I told my kids as we watched a bloke dunk another string of candles into…
I just got lucky.
“What’s wrong?” Tracey asked from somewhere behind me and to my left. “Why are we stopping?”
I love petting zoos. There, I’ve said it. So when we came around a sweeping curve on the Gippsland Hwy and a series of…
This idea is a little bit priceless.
Even though Tracey has already started the Christmas shopping, as a rainy day exercise she encouraged our kids to write out their Christmas lists for Santa this weekend.
WARNING: This story has some imagery which isn’t for the faint of heart or weak of stomach or people who don’t like to say eww out loud. But it is funny.
I’m currently perched on a stool at a cafe tapping into my laptop and wondering if it’s safe to go home yet.
Tracey is a firm believer there’s usually a bright side to any situation, and she’s starting to win me over.
It would seem I am unsuitable for living life on the road.
Master12 received something a little special in the mail today – his new appendix from Campbell. If you haven’t followed this kid yet (Campbell, not my numbnuts son) then I would love to make the introduction.
Taking the kids to the loo when you’re on the road really eats into your day, especially when you’ve five kids and their bladders don’t communicate.