On The Bright Side…
byTracey is a firm believer there’s usually a bright side to any situation, and she’s starting to win me over.
The blog posts which probably mean more to us than you. Our day to day stuff which, one day, our kids will look back on and laugh at. Or use in court. Or talk about with their psychiatrists.
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.
On a day to the zoo for Miss13’s fourteenth birthday, Miss7 discovered the pure joy in calling things…umm…well…how do I put this…?
Lady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
Welcome aboard Kenny Go West. Our home.
Our first nights on the road again haven’t been without some ‘excitement’. By which I mean dramas. All part of the adventure, baby.
We’ve been – I want to say trapped – at Tracey’s parents’ place for months now waiting for Tracey to feel up to travelling and working again. Then Master12’s appendix had to be expelled from his body and that’s slowed us down some more. The good news is the bus is looking and running fantastic, and we’re going to do a walkthrough to show everyone our set up shortly.
“Wait!” said Master12, and the proceedings around his hospital bed froze. Something incredibly important had just occurred to him.
Been so busy watching Tracey’s dad work on our bus I haven’t had the time to blog. It’s all about to be completed though and we’ll be on our way again. Can’t wait. Meanwhile, this…
This was one of those moments you wait for as a parent. When you get to educate your kids about something you actually understand instead of faking it with maths or stupid proper grammar rules.
You might have picked up on this if you’re a long term reader of my blog, but Tracey is much better at this parenting gig than me. We can both look at the same situation and come up with totally different solutions.
“I need you to check out a dating website,” is not the sort of thing you expect your wife to be telling you.