“I heard I made your blog thingame,” Dad told me. Word travels fast – I only put it up eight hours earlier, before going to bed. “Give us a look then.”
I admit I was a little nervous. Aside from Tracey, I’m not used to watching the person I’ve written about, and let’s be honest, often in less than flattering terms, read my posts.
“This is your fault,” I told Tracey when she told me (again) my new glasses sucked. “You didn’t text me back you hated them.”
For a week now Tracey has had this annoying habit of breaking out into a huge, stupid grin when she walks into the room and looks at me. Then she’ll back out, chuckling and shaking her head.
Mind you, I admit it’s been nice to make her laugh.
“Are we ready to go home?” I asked Tracey. We’d taken the kids to a park where they can ride their scooters and bikes.
“No, not yet,” she said. “They’re having so much fun.”
“So we’re going to wait until someone hurts themselves then?”
In the world of helicopter parenting, we’re the ones they’ve grounded due to poor maintenance.
Growing up, these were the slices I asked Mum to make whenever the housework was done and she looked like she was ready to sit down and relax.
These days I feel sorry for her, but back then I just assumed the thing she loved most in the world was making me happy and not having a moment to herself.
We love helping people through Kiva and our kids are learning about the world and their privileged place in it.
Having kids is like being a contestant on a game show & having to pick between doors 1, 2 or 3.
You don’t know what you’re going to end up with – it could be the car, it could be the encyclopedias – but you just know by the end of the episode you’re going to have a great story to tell your friends.
“Do you have that book your cousin wrote, the tape dispenser or my silk dressing gown?” Grandma asked me.
The older she gets the more excellent her hiding spots are for her treasures. One day I fully expect she’ll lose her house.
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Tracey walked out of the bathroom, her and her clothes drenched from head to toe.
“Don’t tell me,” I said. “You forgot to undress before your shower?”
It’s been my experience an important part of my parenting duties involves lying to my children.
“That drawing looks great. What is it again? An elephant in a tree. Brilliant stuff.”
But now comes the sweetest lie of all…
Our neighbour’s kids are always demanding she shows them where they came out of her tummy. She shows them because she had C-sections.
Thankfully our kids don’t ask Tracey because we didn’t.
Like me, my friend Jane also lived a while at Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast.
Unlike me, she actually went in the surf when she went to the beach.
Unlike me, she also caused a revolution in skin safe awareness. Well, kinda….
A friend of mine arrived at work frazzled because they realized their dog was missing this morning. “I don’t even like the bloody dog,…
We have so many Barbie dolls in the house they virtually have their own room. So naturally, with Miss5’s birthday looming, Tracey has decided we will be buying her a doll.
Dealing with bullies is hard. Having your kids bullied is heartbreaking. I wasn’t especially good at coping with it when I was at school but as a dad I do have some advice for my guys. What’s a dad to do?
There was a thump thump thumping through the house and Master7 was standing beside our bed. “A dragon is trying to get me!” he stammered.