Bed?
byIt seems my social awkwardness no longer requires me to be physically present.
It seems my social awkwardness no longer requires me to be physically present.
When it comes to entertaining the kids, Tracey and I have similar approaches but our methods differ ever so slightly. She likes to get them building a sheet cubby house or making things. I like to turn on the telly.
An instructional video I found on Youtube, showing how Dad’s do ponytails 🙂
The kids up the road teach my guys about canine reproduction.
I’m in for a cruisy weekend – Tracey’s away so all I have to look after are the kids. It’s great in theory.
Given Miss9’s broken leg we’ve been stuck on Home Detention, but yesterday the kids get out on parole. Briefly.
I use my head to solve the mystery of where are all the toys I usually step on at bedtime.
Here’s what KIVA has to say about itself – “We are a non-profit organization with a mission to connect people through lending to alleviate poverty. Leveraging the internet and a worldwide network of microfinance institutions, Kiva lets individuals lend as little as $25 to help create opportunity around the world.”
We’ve planned a little holiday fun for this weekend. If they can work out what it is by then.
A snippet of quality banter from this afternoon’s birthday eating festivities.
A vote for us serious gamers. What Monopoly taught my brother and sister and I was to be underhanded and lie, cheat and steal from each other. All important life lessons.
A trip to the hospital with my daughter wasn’t like a line from Butterfly Kisses.
Jab. Poke. Stab. Prick. I hate needles. Even when they’re headed for someone else’s arms.
This is one of the many gems I will be passing on to all my children so they can learn from my life experience.
It was all going so well. Until…..