Ten Fun Little Ways Kids Change Your Life
byIt’s the little things…..which make it so farkin hard.
The funner stuff. The dumber stuff. The stuff I stuff up.
It’s the little things…..which make it so farkin hard.
I’ve always been a little short sighted. Thanks to my latest effort that’s only going to get worse.
“Dad,” said Miss5, “how do you spell hiii-eeee?” I love it when the kids ask me a question I can answer.
You know that thing where you know what you want to say but can’t find the words in your head?
I felt, rather than saw, Tracey leave our bed. Feigning sleep is an important part of the game.
“Ahhh!” came squeals from the bedroom tonight. This was absolutely fine by me – provided I don’t have to intervene. How do you think that went?
Like so many people, the young me was a joke when it came to how he viewed parenting and how awesome he was going to be at it.
Having a photographer for a mother is obviously having an influence on one of our kids.
Tracey had set Miss3 up in front of the tellysitter so she could get some housework done. Dora was on. As usual.
It’s been weeks since the sugar high of Easter, so I was playing on their withdrawal symptoms to turn my kids into my unwilling minions.
“Not that story,” Miss5 said when I suggested yet another from a way too big book of bedtime stories. I flicked a few pages to one about monkeys. It looked fantastic. Only a couple of dozen words a page.
My first thought was someone had lost a limb – it was that loud and panicky – so I very nearly got up out of my chair and headed outside.
The Miss3 in this blog post is actually now Miss5. I went looking for this story on the weekend and discovered, through the wonder of Google, that I’ve never written it up.
“AhhhHHHHH!!!” screamed Master10. “What have you done to me. Dad!”
“Where’d she get chocolate?” I stammered when Miss3 came running up to me with her face and hands covered in it.