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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Boyhood Knows No Age

Boyhood Knows No Age

On Easter Sunday, my children were actually easy to get ready.  Talk about an Easter miracle!  They put on the clothes I laid out, didn’t complain when they had to wear a belt or church shoes, and even brushed their teeth and hair with minimal complaints. “This is going great!” I thought to myself, as I headed back to my bedroom to get myself ready for church. Standing in the middle of my bedroom was Chris.  He was wearing beautiful gray slacks, nice dress shoes, and a white oxford shirt with…

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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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I.O.U.

I.O.U.

Sunday afternoon, Bean had a birthday party to attend at Nickelodeon Studios (another perk of Orlando life – awesome birthday party locations!).  Normally, I attend the birthday parties with the kids because… well, Chris’s patience with children other than our own is pretty slim.  Which I find ironic because he works in CHILDREN’S THEATER.  But, that’s a different issue which probably requires professional therapy, so we’ll just move past that one… On the day of this particular birthday party, though, I had a lot of things I had to take…

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Inappropriate Parenting

Inappropriate Parenting

So, the other night, we were sitting at the dinner table and I tried to tell Bean a joke. Only, he didn’t understand it. Chris and I quickly realized that he didn’t know how to tell a joke! Parenting fail. Chris instantly pulls out his cell phone and starts looking up jokes to teach Bean. Two minutes go by. Then three. Then five. “Uh, Chris?” I asked. “Did you find any jokes yet?” “I’m trying to find the perfect one,” he said, still glued to his phone. I continue on…

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The Mystery of Fatherhood

The Mystery of Fatherhood

Sunday afternoon, I had some school work to grade, so Chris took the kids outside with him to work in the yard and leave me in peace.  It was just what I needed to get caught up. About an hour later, I realized I hadn’t heard from anyone in a while, so I went outside to check on them. I stepped out onto the back deck and found all three of them standing in the yard. Each was holding their own pair of garden shears. Yes, garden shears. You know,…

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