Tinklebells
byEven though Tracey has already started the Christmas shopping, as a rainy day exercise she encouraged our kids to write out their Christmas lists for Santa this weekend.
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Time To Reflect
byThese days I’m spending an exorbitant amount of time hanging around outside girls’ restrooms.
A Girl Thing
by“Someone in there?” asked Master24, tapping on the door of the bathroom. Close.
What A Little Princess…Sorta, Kinda, Not
byBefore Miss3 entered the world I’d convinced myself she was going to be a boy. I’m so glad I was wrong.
Taking The Piss
by“You can’t go in there,” Tracey told me, explaining our son was in the bath. I had no idea why she thought this might be a problem.
Putting Off Housework Can Be Scary
byMiss5 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.
Pees In A Pood
byIt turns out my wife and I have a different idea of what constitutes success. Mine is wrong.
The Dump Run
byRecent bouts of sickness have meant late nights and so much interrupted sleep it could probably better be described as a series of naps, but now the bugs and snotty noses have cleared up, Tracey decided to take the four older kids out of the house while Miss2 was in daycare.
Oh, Brother
by“Toily! Toily! Toily!” screamed our three year old, just inches from her older brother’s sleeping head…
The Day Started Out So Well…
byMiss2 is doing really well with her toilet training. This morning, after I picked her out of the cot, she raced into the bathroom, removed her own nappy and sat on the toilet to wee. I couldn’t have been prouder if she’d bashed out Beethoven’s Fifth on the keyboard.