Son Of a Beach
byI lost a fight with my son today, and I’m so damn proud.
BIG laughs
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
Half Wit
byThe best sort of an education comes from delegating. I’ve decided.
On Putting Yourself First
byCalling dibs is very important around here. How important? Well…
Where Don’t Babies Come From
byMy youngest has realised something it took me years to understand – kids are basically little $hits.
Pffts & Giggles
byThe bus is sitting quietly in from of Tracey’s parents’ place. The kids, not so much.
First Contact
byMy son just did a Mike Wazowski. You’ll know the bit I mean.
Letter To The Teacher
byFound this out after school today – Master11’s teacher recently received a letter from one of our other kids.
Sleeping Brucie
byI shuffled off to my doctor because I’ve been having difficulties keeping Tracey happy…
10 Reasons Your Missus Might Be Cranky With You
byNot much to do sitting around in hospital, so Tracey and I amused ourselves putting this list together.
How Would You Handle This?
byHave a read of this email, give yourself a moment to calm down, and then tell me how you’d have handled it.
What Makes For a Great Dad?
byUnfortunately, I don’t qualify for Father of the Year- my hearts in the right place but my attention is all over the shot.
Ten Ways Being A SAHD Has Surprised Me
byI’ve been doing this SAHD gig for over six solid months now, and there have been some big discrepancies between what I envisioned and how it’s actually playing out.
Kiss Snog Relief?
byThis is the first in what I’m hoping will become a bit of a series on the blog – your stories written up and shared by me. Personally, I think it sounds like a lot of fun. For example, the Miss5 in this story, and the masters 6 & 8, belong to a lovely reader of BFLI, Helen Kulas, who kindly agreed I could retell her children’s hilarious dinner table conversation. Thank you, Helen!
While We Were Away
byAs Tracey and I are discovering, there’s a price to be paid for running away together….
Our Best Mothers Day Ever. Fact.
byMothers Day had a very real chance of being a memorial instead of a celebration for the kids and I, so this year it’s especially sweet to be able to tell Tracey how much we love her, and to spoil her a bit.