Good Grief
I’m working on some new content, don’t worry. Last week was a busy one in and around the house. I power washed and then re-stained/sealed the deck. Worked in the yard. We reorganized the garage, including adding some new storage devices. Had some car repairs taken care of. And did some reorganization inside as well. This week, it’s me and…
Fear of Unfortunate Comments
As I try to come up with all the funny things the girls are saying these days, here’s a quick teaser. M. refers to anything that is brown as chocolate. She wants to wear her “chocolate” shoes or shirt or likes the chocolate dog or whatever. Her sister is following that example, although C. says “chock-u-late.” As you can imagine,…
Final Four, Baby!
Well, I guess I have to say something. On this, the 20th anniversary of KU’s glorious victory over Oklahoma in the 1988 NCAA championship game, I will offer some thoughts on KU-UNC and the Angstfest once known as Roystock. I’ve done my best to avoid much of the national media coverage of the background story to the game. I didn’t…
Stuck
We’ve entered the Mary Poppins phase of M’s life. If anyone knows how to get “chimchiminee chimchiminee chim chim cheree” out of my head, I would appreciate it.
FYI
If your kid pukes on their bed/floor in the middle of the night, and you just toss all the soiled clothes and sheets into the washing machine, expect to see the half-digested grapes and raisins clinging to the insides of the machine after the cycle is over. Apparently neither kids nor washing machines can process them fully.
Dad Rules
Gorgeous day today, so I was able to get the girls outside for a few hours. The neighbor kids also came out and eventually playground chalk made an appearance. 20 minutes later, C.’s face was completely covered in pink chalk, M.’s in blue. Hopefully the pictures turn out. Their normal Thursday morning bath came about 14 hours early. S. got…
Probably Not The Next Tiger
Like a lot of parents, I struggle with how and when to push my kids. To be honest, I don’t push much: if they want to do something, I let them do it. If they aren’t interested, I’m not going to force them to kick a soccer ball for two hours. But I do think a lot about how I’ll…
Pizza Party
For now, I’m not going to talk about the NCAA tournament. I need to find the right tone so that I don’t anger the Woof Gods. I still have a few superstitions left. I did want to quickly recap M.’s first trip to Chuck E. Cheese’s last week. You may recall that she was invited to a birthday party for…
Lost Art?
I was watching the Backyardigans with the girls today and wondered, do people outside of circuses walk on tightropes anymore? I’m talking about real tightropes, not metaphorical ones. Maybe it wasn’t as often as it seemed, but when I was little, back in the mid-70s, it seemed like some joker was walking across Niagara Falls or between the TwinTowers on…
A Night For Dads
Tonight was dads’ night at M.’s preschool. There’s nothing quite like spending an hour with a bunch of wound-up three and four year olds. As with their Christmas program, M. had been letting details of what was going to happen tonight slip for a couple weeks. They’ve been diligently practicing songs and on occasion she would bust into one in…