Our Kids Discuss Tracey’s Boobies
bySuddenly, our bedroom door swung open and Master9 stepped into the room. “Can I…,” he started to say, but then finished with an, “AHHHH!” and ran from the room clutching at his eyes.
BIG laughs
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
Ever Wondered Why Tracey Sticks With Me?
byIf you’ve ever read one of my posts and then thought, ‘what the hell is Tracey doing letting him near her children’, you’re not alone. I have too.
Merry Fathers Day!
byMy big gift for Fathers Day this year was a huge surprise in that it wasn’t beer. Not even a stubby.
An Explosion Between The Legs
byI’d seen her slip a whoopie cushion onto my chair, so I was prepared for that familiar ‘wet’ sound. Or so I thought.
The Housekeeping Revolution
by“Why are you asleep?” was the first thing my wife asked me when she arrived home. “You’re supposed to be watching the kids.”
The hardest thing about looking after the kids while your wife is out working is making sure you’re awake before she comes home.
Why My Kids Can Count On Me
by“How are you enjoying being a stay at home dad?” Tracey asked me. From her expression I could tell there was something going on: Something I was missing: Something which was my fault.
My Contraceptive Life
by“I’ve always wanted five kids,” the checkout chick at IGA said to me last Thursday when the five kids and I rocked up to her counter.
I Am My Father’s Son
byI love nothing more than finding a reason to run down to the local hardware where I can check out the tape measures. These are the only ‘tools’ Tracey lets me play with these days. I have five.
My Fair Ladies
by“From now on we’re sitting at the table with the kids for every meal,” Tracey told me this week.
My Son, My Nemesis
bySometimes parenting is about being the bigger man, not just in height, weight and cup size, but in my words and actions as well. And sometimes I find this harder than others, although I usually get there.
This was one of those times.
I Get Blindsided By A Two Year Old
byI waved goodbye to Tracey with a smile. The kids and I were alone for the day and I had high hopes of being able to tell her how well it went when she arrived home. My plan almost worked too…
My Wife Hates Me For Getting Up To Our Kid At Night
byI try to help Tracey out where I can, but sometimes I just make things worse…
A Tall Tale
byYou know when you don’t really hear someone but then when they get your attention you know they’ve been saying something for a bit?
“DAD!”
This was that.
Good Mourning!
byThis might be my last post. I don’t think, with a working blog title of ‘Big Family, Little Income’, it would be fair to operate under the false perception I’m battling to make ends meet when in actual fact I’m living in the lap of luxury…
Mum vs Dad
by“What’s my birthday?” Miss7 asked myself and her mother. Don’t worry, it’s not like she didn’t know. Tracey and I had somehow been roped into a head to head quiz where the kids asked the questions and I got to feel dumb.