On Making The Birthday Suit
byJust when you think you have it sorted they go and change the band, show or toys they like and leave you holding the Teletubbies backpack like an idiot.
Just when you think you have it sorted they go and change the band, show or toys they like and leave you holding the Teletubbies backpack like an idiot.
I let Tracey choose the photo for this post as a birthday treat. Big mistake it turns out.
My Grace is fifteen! Can you believe how fast this happens? Threw her a Potter-themed party on the weekend and it was a lot…
Hope you enjoyed yourself. From recent experience I’ve learned there might be some doubt as to whether the riddle works or not, so I…
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…?
There’s nothing like cramming five kids into two bedrooms to make our bus seem roomy.
How many photos are too many photos? Let’s test out the waters, shall we?
Have a read of this email, give yourself a moment to calm down, and then tell me how you’d have handled it.
My unedited 50ish birthday morning wakeup by the fam. If you’re wondering why my nose is like that, you’ll notice me toss off my sleep apnea mask as they walk in. Any other problems with my face are permanent. Note – my wife wanted me to edit out her and the mess but I a) couldn’t be bothered, & b) think it all looks very normal for a household of 9 and having just gotten out of bed.
I have two very good reasons for posting this – neither is to skite we had a ride in a limo.
I am notoriously bad at picking presents for the kids. I have been for twenty four years now. But every couple of years I need to test the water to see if I’ve improved.
When you consider everything my beautiful wife has been through these past two and a half months, it’s really amazing how she’s managed to keep her sense of humour.
I felt, rather than saw, Tracey leave our bed. Feigning sleep is an important part of the game.
Both our families are due here in less than an hour to sing Happy Birthday to Miss8, so we’ve spent a couple of hours this morning cleaning up (hiding the mess) so they can pretend they raised us right.