#Fatherhood #DammitChris

#Fatherhood #DammitChris

Last night, I was tucking Gracie into bed when she turned her big, baby blue eyes up to me and said, “Mommy, are monsters real?” “Oh, no, sweetheart,” I said, gently brushing her hair back from her face.  “Monsters aren’t real.” She let out a worried little breath and smiled up at me. And then Chris stuck his head in her bedroom door and said, “Except for the ones under your bed,” and then he laughed and left. #fatherhood #dammitChris So, I spent the next five minutes trying to fill…

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Daddy/Daughter Dance!

Daddy/Daughter Dance!

Last Friday was the Daddy/Daughter Dance at the kids’ school.  I was initially kind of against most of it because it seemed kind of like a big deal over nothing, so we really tried to make this as low-key as possible.  She got a dress (sort of by accident, it was just a  new spring dress that we happened to get the week of the dance completely by coincidence), Chris gave her a tiny wrist corsage, and then he took her to a restaurant of her choice. She chose our…

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Gracie in Home Depot

Gracie in Home Depot

Chris had to run to Home Depot this past weekend, and in the interest of creating quality family time, I insisted that we all go along.  This always happens.  And it always proves to be an epic failure for a few key reasons:  Chris takes forever at Home Depot. Chris doesn’t talk to us while he is there.  He muses things over in his head, or counts imaginary measurements out loud, or mumbles about things I don’t understand and no one cares about. Chris takes forever in Home Depot. The kids…

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A Perfect Father’s Day Fore Us All!

A Perfect Father’s Day Fore Us All!

On Father’s Day, the kids and I took Chris golfing.  It was the first time we have played as a family of four on an actual course, and not just at the driving range. I was a little skeptical at first.  I mean, golf is everything my kids are not – polite, quiet, contemplative, old.  And yet, they rocked it and had a blast in the process! I learned so much about them on the golf course, actually.  For example, I learned that baseball has completely ruined Bean’s golf swing….

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Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day!

This weekend, the kids and I will shower Chris with (small) gifts, fix him breakfast in bed, and take him golfing for Father’s Day.  It will be wonderful and sweet and nice.  And in the back of my mind, as always, will be my dad. My dad didn’t like Chris for the first few years we dated in high school.  Chris was a party boy.  His house was the party house.  In fact, all throughout high school, I wasn’t even allowed to go to Chris’s house.  (Definitely broke that rule…

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Boys Raising Boys

Boys Raising Boys

The other night, Gracie began shrieking in the living room.  She came to find me 3.4 seconds later, with Bean right on her heels, ready to defend himself against his accused crimes. “BEAN TOOK MY TOY!” she squealed. “Where’s her toy?” I asked Bean. His eyes grew as wide as saucers.  No response. “Bean,” I said, more firmly.  “Where is Gracie’s toy?” Wide eyes.  No response. Finally, Gracie had had enough.  “IT’S RIGHT THERE!” she screamed, pointing to Bean’s crotch.  Sure enough, he fished out an Elsa Magical Winter Wand…

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From the Mouth of Babes

From the Mouth of Babes

For Gracie’s birthday, my mom gave Gracie her first real set of golf clubs.  She has given golf clubs to each of the “baby grands,” as she calls them, when they were old enough.  We all play golf in my family, and have for years.  But since my dad’s passing, golf has taken on an even more special meaning for all of us because it makes us feel closer to him. My dad was an incredible golfer.  Growing up, I thought all people were as good at golf as my…

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Ginny vs. The Birthing Ball

Ginny vs. The Birthing Ball

So, my sister and I were talking this week and she told me a story that made me wet my pants.  Seriously.  I laughed so hard that I peed my pants.  I figured if that wasn’t blog-worthy, then what was? Ginny is currently eight months pregnant.  I think.  Maybe.  I’m not really sure because I’m a terrible sister.  But she is due in early January, so I think that’s probably about right. Anyway, for the birth of her sweet Baby Faith (is that not the sweetest name?!?!  We’ll have a…

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Hi. I’m Married to a Five-Year-Old.

Hi. I’m Married to a Five-Year-Old.

Chris has two jobs on school-day mornings. He fixes the kids breakfast while I get dressed, and he takes Bean to school after Gracie and I leave at an earlier time. Easy peasey. No big deal. A few weeks ago, Bean randomly throws out at the dinner table, “I was late for school AGAIN.” “LATE?!” I screeched. “AGAIN?!?” And Bean, being the five-year-old boy that he is, sneered and pointed his finger at Chris. “It’s his fault, Mom.” “CHRIS!” I screeched. “It’s not that big of a deal…” Chris laughed….

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The Hardest Part of Kindergarten

The Hardest Part of Kindergarten

I was somewhat prepared for Bean starting kindergarten this year.  I read a few articles about it online, talked to some friends who had been through this before, and reminded myself that Bean was fully prepared to face this next milestone.  But nothing prepared me for the hardest part of kindergarten I have had to face. My husband. Chris is having the hardest time adjusting to Bean being in kindergarten.  I think he feels like Bean is too young or small or something to be dealing with all of this.  Of…

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