Monday, October 18, 2010


Ugh, my kids are barfing. I feel like I'm on the losing end of a game of Battleship. First "J" got hit (Joelle). Then "K" got hit (Kyle). Everybody knows that "I" is next. Let's just get this over with. I wanna play something else.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Be Nice to Mommy

While dropping Kyle off at school this morning he popped his head out of the class as I was walking away and yelled across the hall, "Dad, I forgot to tell you something. Don't forget to ask mom if she would like to be a gypsy. We won't have a home and we'll just live everywhere. It will be fun, okay?"

Kyle's teacher: Oh, is Christina going to be a gypsy for halloween?

Me: No...

Confused looks all around.

I liked this one much better than on Wednesday when he yelled out "Daddy, don't forget to be nice to mommy, okay?". Way to put daddy on the defensive, bud.

Monday, October 4, 2010


Christina and I hit a major parenting milestone last week - last bottle for our youngest. It happened without any high fives or pats on the back. Just a silent acknowledgment of better days to come. Like two war-torn soldier coming off the battlefield, or two brow-beaten hikers coming down from everest. No words. Just a look like "Who's f*cking idea was it to climb that mountain in the first place?"

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Check Please

One minute we're having a nice dinner at a restaurant, the next there's ice cream on floor, screaming kid #1 ushered out, full dinner plate and silverware on the floor, screaming kid #2 ushered out - all within about 5 seconds. CHECK PLEASE! 

Total blitzkrieg... sigh.