My wife is a school teacher and for the summer she took our three children to spend some time with the grandparents. She was gone for 4 weeks. I slept in, came home to silence, watched whatever TV show I wanted, ate whatever I wanted, came and went as I pleased. It was wonderful. The house was clean….let me say that again THE HOUSE WAS CLEAN FOR 4 WEEKS. For the first 2 weeks Read More …
On fridays I stay at home with my youngest son who is 2 years old. He’s pretty activity. On this day he migrated from reading books to making me food in the play kitchen to assembling a puzzle. In fact, he worked on that puzzle for a while. At first, I didn’t want to intervene because I could see the wheels turning in his head. But, if I’m honest, I was also learning some Read More …
Caedmon (my 7 year old) has a friend over and wanted to show off a bit for her. She thought she was being funny by going to the bathroom sink, wetting her hand, and flicking me with water. It was funny, but she must learn! So, I found the two water bottles that we use to keep the cat off stuff. I asked her if she wanted to dual, of course she did. I even Read More …
My family was sitting around the dinner table for dinner tonight. Our two sons and I were eating, my wife was preparing our daughter’s second helping of pasta with butter and parmesan cheese. Just as my wife finished putting on the cheese the following conversation took place. Daughter: You ruined my life mommy! Mommy: Huh? Daughter: I wanted to put the cheese on my pasta by myself, you ruined my life! Mommy: I’ve met my Read More …
Daddy Diary Day 4: Every year my wife Jessica goes away on retreat with her friends. Her particular mode of retreat is scrap-booking. It’s a time for her to be away from the kids, sleep-in, see old friends, get a massage (yes they hire a professional masseuse to come and massage the girls), basically its 4 days of battery recharging. We have a deal in our home-she goes away once a year to do this Read More …
Toward the end of dinner Caedmon, my 7 year old daughter, expressed how full she was. She gasped sweetly, “I shouldn’t have eaten the last bite.” Being the good father I am, I went to grab her plate to put in the sink–this is a treat for her because usually she has to clear her own plate. Just as I grabbed for her plate, she changed from my subdued daughter to a wildcat with the Read More …