Winging It
byButterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
Butterflies….something about butterflies seemed to ring a bell, albeit initially in the distant steeple of a village a valley or two over from the bit of brain I was currently occupying.
Being an awesome parent can sometimes come at a price, but Tracey says it’s totally worth it.
As Tracey was off doing a workshop it had taken some serious convincing for her to allow me and the kids to go to SeaWorld without her. Tomorrow’s supposed to be MovieWorld. Wish me luck.
I know it’s not considered cool in polite society to gloat about your parenting, but…
We went shopping and had sushi! Does anyone else do this, or are we just bad parents?
Miss5 was standing in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her, doing little jumps up and down and holding onto her wee wee. I knew exactly what was coming…or so I thought.
I love cheese. I am a bit of a Wallace. But have you noticed how rubbery some cheese is these days?
Have you ever noticed the things you want kept on the low down are the things your kids tend to scream at the top of their lungs?
“Do me a favour, Love,” I said to Miss11, “and look after your sister.” I had no idea just how good and devious a job she’d do.
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.
The chance to feed the cat is something the kids always fight over.
I keep telling myself letting young kids do things for themselves is a good idea. In the long run.
“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.
Why do my kids behave when they’re at their grandparent’s house but not when they’re in their own?
“You’re feral!” screamed Master9 on the balcony, causing me to race out of the house to see what the fuss was.