To snip or not to snip
byI did some thorough research into the origins of circumcision because I wanted to know how it ever became an option some bloke with a scalpel needs to ask. So on the back of that, here’s what Wikipedia had to say about it.
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
I did some thorough research into the origins of circumcision because I wanted to know how it ever became an option some bloke with a scalpel needs to ask. So on the back of that, here’s what Wikipedia had to say about it.
Our kids tend to be nearly as loud and active asleep as they are awake, having inherited sleep walking and talking from Tracey’s side of the family.
There is a direct correlation between fuel bills and hearing aids. It’s all a little bit MacGyver without the clever bits with string.
Teaching the kids to play instruments is a good thing, right? I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
A broken leg, the flood, the vomits progressively going through the kids and back to school have all synced together to give us an exhausting week. But I could have handled that.What has undone us is our littlest miss. She had her first birthday on Tuesday (oh yes, add that to the mix as well) and has decided sleeping at night is now optional. Again, this wouldn’t have been so bad except her cot is in our room.
At first I didn’t realize what was going on: I just, all of a sudden, felt moist in my crotch. I looked down to find I’d wet my pants. This really surprised me because I made sure I went before I left home.
Earlier this week, Master21 and his housemates arrived home to find themselves in a bit of a predicament: they’d ALL gone out without their house keys. Being university students, the intellectual cream of youth, they’d also neglected to hide a spare key somewhere in the yard.
Surely, with seven kids, we are destined to have more parenting fails than people with, say, two children. Right? What is probably less forgivable is when we repeatedly make the same mistakes over and over again.
A snippet of quality banter from this afternoon’s birthday eating festivities.
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…..
There was a full moon a few days ago. I was driving home from work when I saw spotted it over the houses. It sure explained a lot about the day I’d just had.
Happy NEW YEARS everyone !!! See you next year 😀