Part of my job as dad is to teach my kids to talk good with proper grammar. By my last sentence, you can already tell I’m not the most qualified at this position but some things are obvious to even me. My 2 year old has been notorious for starting sentences out with “me want.” Me want a snack, me want a toy, me want to go to the bathroom, me want, me want. Continue reading Me Want
I’ve never been a morning person. Ever. Everyday as a kid getting up for school was such a battle. I can remember dragging myself downstairs to the kitchen table and falling back asleep waiting for my mom or dad to get me a bowl of cereal or a pop tart or whatever I was eating that morning. I would get 10 hours of sleep, so it wasn’t like I needed to go to bed earlier. It just took me a while to get my body in gear. It still does.
Well, my kids don’t have this problem. Continue reading Why does the morning happen so early?
My four year old goes to Voluntary Pre-Kindergarten (VPK) 3 days a week for 5 hours. It’s a program our state pays for to get kids ready for Kindergarten. Or in my case, give me 5 hours of a break 3 days a week. The school he goes to is very close and only takes a few minutes to get to by car. Even though the ride is short, there is something about that trip home from school that has produced some of the funniest comments from him. Continue reading Funny Comments from the Back Seat
I like to think of myself as still being youthful. In my mind I don’t feel like I should be any older than about 25 or so, but my body is beginning to tell me on a more regular basis that I’m starting to age a little bit more than I want to admit. I’m fortunate that I made it through a whole flag football season this past summer still being able to walk.
Well this last week, I was in the kitchen washing some dishes and my daughter walked in with her doctor’s kit, followed by my youngest son with his doctor’s kit. She asked me if she could give me a check-up. I said yes and paused with the dishes and turned to her. She informed me she was going to have to give me a shot in my finger and to not cry about it. Continue reading The Doctor is Here for Your Check-Up
Brushing teeth around here is an unpredictable event. Sometimes it’s smooth; the kids hold their mouths open, keep still, spit into the sink and then brush themselves at the end. But then there are other times when it’s the bane of my existence. Continue reading How I Choked My Daughter While Brushing Her Teeth
My 2 year old daughter has been pulling the time honored tradition of trying to delay eating certain foods at dinner time by claiming she has to go to the bathroom. We have gotten wise to her games and usually remember to make sure she goes right before dinner so when she asks again in 10 minutes we can say, “No, you just went.” Continue reading Potty Training Books Didn’t Mention This
The other day my kids and I were out in the backyard like so many other afternoons. They were playing on their playset and I was sitting on the back deck rocking in my rocking chair and enjoying the breeze from my NewAir Misting Fan. When suddenly the kids come running and screaming up to me yelling as if the world were coming to an end. Continue reading Thunder, Lightning and Your Wedding Day