Say Whaaat?

Ever notice that, sometimes, kids say stuff that make you do a double-take, like you can’t believe what you just heard? Shoot, I talk to B and J for long enough, and I’m saying “What!?” more often than Lil Jon. No rhyme or reason, either. Doesn’t matter what their little moods are.  The randomness out…

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Deuces

    I thought that things would be different. Getting B to go to bed occasionally borders on ridiculous. Some of his exploits have been legend – wait for it- dary (word to Barney Stinson!). He’s a non-stop maniac. Conversely. J has such a chill personality. I figured that once she hit the terrible twos,…

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Little D-Bags

I was out for drinks recently with some buddies. We were shooting the breeze, when the conversation turned to my kids and how they were doing. I told them some stories. As I was telling them, a realization occurred to me, and I blurted out “B can be such a douchebag!” My buddies gave me…

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Ill Communication

At what point is a situation considered an emergency? Seems simple enough, right? You get the sniffles, you probably don’t need to seek medical assistance. Your buddy shoots you in the groin with a potato gun from a close distance, you probably want to go get your groin checked out after. As adults, we know…

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Remember The Time

    I used to be sort of punctual. But now, when I need to go somewhere with the family? We’ll get there when we get there. I’ve noticed that small kids are blissfully oblivious,  in their own little worlds,  operating on their own clocks.  And their watches aren’t set to the same time as yours….

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