I’m a pretty even-keeled, mild-mannered type of person. It takes quite a lot to get me going. In fact, I can count on one hand how many times I’ve lost my temper in my life and when I think back to those times, it gives me the feeling inside like the feeling you get when
Hold Your Breath
Over the last few nights, my younger daughter Chloe has been doing this odd thing, once a night. A little background first: A while ago, I wrote about how different my daughters are. One of the big differences is the way they sleep. I could literally remodel Julianna’s room while she’s sleeping and she’d be
Hypocrites and Liars
Do as I say, not as I do. Do as I do, not as I say. Do not do what I say, just do what you do. Do what I say, and as I do, but only when I say so. Set the example. Eat your peas. Be a good person. Always tell the truth.
The Santa Clause
I love Santa. Well, I love what Santa represents for so many people around the world. That being said, I never believed in Santa growing up. My family doesn’t celebrate Christmas. I remember my friends who did believe in Santa though, and I also remember not “spoiling” it for them. I don’t remember why. Its
Turn and Cough
Sleeping on the floor of Chloe’s room from 4:30am until 7:30am with her asleep on top of me periodically coughing into my ear isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be. ‘Tis the season. We are on our 16th round of colds this season already and Winter doesn’t even start until next week.
Swiper! No swiping…please!?
I hate Dora the Explorer. My daughters seem to like her and there are a few redeeming qualities. I like the exposure to Spanish. I like that she’s adventurous. I like that she’s nice to her friends and works well in a team. But… That show and books aren’t very realistic. First of all, the
Rumble In The Playground
When my wife picked up Julianna at school recently, she was given an “incident report”. That’s never good. Turns out that another kid came up to her while they were on the playground and started scratching her in the face. Apparently her fingernails weren’t trimmed and she managed to inflict some damage to my daughter’s
Farting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
In a previous post I talked about how difficult it was to not laugh sometimes when my girls say or do things that are funny. I live in a household dominated by females. The women in my life have different terms than I do for some of the most common human interactions. My daughters (both
The More Change, The More Same
My younger daughter, Chloe, is almost 13 months younger than Julianna. Chloe is almost 19 months old. They are different in almost all ways. Chloe has thin, straight hair (think Cousin It first thing in the morning). Julianna has Little Orphan Annie curly hair. Chloe is a hardcore mischievous trouble-maker. Julianna is a calculating assassin.
Here’s The Poop
Poopy potty. That’s what we call it. We visit the poopy potty multiple times a day. We haven’t gone warm turkey just yet on the diapers but maybe we’re getting there. Julianna is definitely at the stage where she doesn’t like being in a dirty diaper. Accuracy. That is what we’re dealing with now. She