Homework – You’re Doing It Wrong
byThe complaints have been coming thick and fast lately in the Devereaux household lately regarding homework.
The complaints have been coming thick and fast lately in the Devereaux household lately regarding homework.
My little boy is growing up.
Origin must have liked the first post I wrote for them because they asked me to do another.
Our youngest was lying between us, playing peek-a-boo with her Mum. Which was great for me. But then Tracey decided I should be involved…
It’s the little things…..which make it so farkin hard.
Last year, in August, I hurt my arm moving boxes. It was my own fault. I thought I was eighteen and buff when I’m actually late forties and bluff.
I have made an important discovery.
Our kids probably won’t be enjoying soft drink at our next family gathering.
“You said a bad word, Daddy!” Miss8 accused me tonight.
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.