The Naming Ceremony
byOn 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…?
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…?
Found this out after school today – Master11’s teacher recently received a letter from one of our other kids.
Mothers 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.
“About tomorrow,” Tracey told me when we were crawling into bed last night. “I haven’t organized anything.”
I’ve always been a little short sighted. Thanks to my latest effort that’s only going to get worse.
Who would you consider giving an Inspired Gift to this Christmas, and why?
“It’s Grace’s birthday tomorrow!” It was indeed. A point Miss10 had been ramming down our throats with all the sickly, nauseating, annoying repetition of a vinyl record with a scratch just on the bit where they start barking on Who Let The Dogs Out.
If you’ll bare with me, I have a confession to make. You know those paintings and pictures the kids bring home which fill the house and clutter the walls? I’ve never really seen the attraction. I only ever see mess.
A married man’s guide.