And I thought Meg married me for my good looks… Megan has been using readers the past few months, so she decided to piggy back Darcy’s optometrist appointment and get her own eyes checked. The initial test had her look through a lens and follow a hot air balloon. This was the first sign of bigger […]

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“Why are there so many folded socks in the basket of clean clothes??” – Me “Phoebe never takes hers.” – Meg “What does she wear?” “She just takes socks from Ivy’s drawer…” In the epic struggle against laundry, we have commissioned our children to put up their folded laundry. So a basket sits in front of […]

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“I wish you had a maid.” We don’t need a maid. “Then I wish you had a robot… but not a very strong one or it might take over.” — Phoebe I am proud of my daughter for expecting the robot apocalypse. At the same time, we stack laundry high in our house. It reminds me […]

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I tried to drown my little boy this morning. You might wonder who would leave a child alone with me, but Meg trusts me enough to go back to teaching preschool two days a week. So on Tuesday and Thursdays it is me and little man (I flipped off days and work from home during […]

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A pair of my pants would not button this morning. Through the holiday food gauntlet and new baby chaos, which eliminates time to exercise, I have gained a few pounds. Not to mention the pregnancy weight gain – which is real in men (she snacks, I snack – a gentleman does not want his wife to feel self-conscience). But the thought […]

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