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…?
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.
Sometime just after Christmas Tracey and I made the mistake of letting Miss12 overhear a conversation where we were tossing around the idea of rearranging things so she could have some space of her own, rather than sharing with Miss8 and Master10.
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.
“Why’d you send a pair of your undies to daycare?” the husband of a friend of mine asked his wife this week. That’s not a great way to start the dinner conversation…
We’ve planned a little holiday fun for this weekend. If they can work out what it is by then.