“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 […]
Read more "Socks"“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 […]
Read more "Phoebetron 12000"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 […]
Read more "Rapido"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 […]
Read more "Loss of Judgment"He gave me a stick to bite. Then raised the cleaver over his head. And just like that my childbearing years are over. OK, the vasectomy was nothing like this; instead, we chatted the whole time while he worked. Which is a little strange but a nice distraction. We discussed his church and mission trips to Mexico. Unlike a general […]
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