Our Little Hero
byIs there anything scarier than finding something physically amiss with your kid?
2014
Table Talk
by“All we need to do,” I told my wife, “is buy an old table and cut the legs down. I’ve got a saw!” Anyone who’s ever seen or heard about my efforts with a hammer is now shuddering involuntarily.
Grandma Makes The Blog!
byGrandad is in trouble. Again.
Snacks Before Dinner Are Now Okay. Apparently.
byI’m rarely surprised in this house but tonight I witnessed something I think there is no a precedent for – my wife giving one of our kids a snack before dinner.
My Bedtime Story – Flopsy And The Wolf
byYou ever have those nights when you can’t be buggered picking out a book to read? Tonight was one of those nights. Again. So instead of having a story read to them, I made one up.
Why Kids Should Clean Up Their Own Crap
by“Dad! Dad! DAD!” came the collective screams from the kitchen. I shot off the bed and raced for the door. Several reasons for this outburst had automatically started channel surfing through my imagination – all of them involving, at best, an ambulance: none of them coming close to the real reason they were yelling.
Why Mornings Do My Head In
by“We’ve got to go!” I called out to our school aged kids. Suddenly there was a flurry of activity. Not. The dog glanced up briefly.
I am the cleverest man in the world
byI am the cleverest man it the world. I know I said that in the title, but I really think it bears saying again.
Gotta Have Sole
byMy childhood has come back to haunt me. Not since I was in primary school have I felt so vulnerable. It hurt. It hurt bad.
Simple Goats Cheese Croquettes
byThis is the easiest, most impressive entree ever. Seriously.
Our Queen Of Drag
byI hadn’t even made it to the second bedroom this morning before I was trying to get Tracey’s attention. She had to see this!
Worst. Nappy Change. Ever.
by“I think she needs a nappy changed,” Tracey told me on Sunday morning as Miss2 waddled by with a nappy so full it was bobbing along between her knees like a bee’s stinger. It was full in the same way the Titanic has taken on a little water.
You Loos
byThis is a true story. It happened to the friend mine. It involves a public toilet…
Damn Their Hides
by“These are the rules,” I told my kids when we arrived at the park today. “Number one, have fun. Number two, do what I tell you. Number three, don’t leave the park.”
Then I remembered about Miss10 breaking her leg on one of the activities.
A Hairy Moment
by“You’ve got a lot of hair, Mummy,” Cousin8 told his mother as he prepared to brush his teeth for school.