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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On Father’s Day

Because you check on Michael every night before you go to bed, even if I was just in there. Because you talk like Mickey Mouse. Because you share your pretzels and cucumbers with Michael. Because you go to church with us even though you’d rather sleep in. Because you get Michael’s crib ready for bed every night. Because you go straight to him when you get home from work. Because you know where the tickle spots are.  For both of us. Because you watch Sid the Science Kid. Because you…

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Father/Son Bonding in the Hair Salon

This weekend, we are heading up to Atlanta for a bridal shower for my sister.  The trip sort of crept up on me and now I am frantically trying to get us ready for another weekend of traveling.  Today, as I hauled out suitcases and rounded up outfits for the weekend’s festivities, I glanced over at Bean and stopped in my tracks. His hair. There was no way I could take him to a bridal shower with 45 of our closest family and friends with that toupe on his head.…

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Little Elf

“Here Bean,” said Chris.   “You hold this for just a minute.” “Whoa!” said Beanie.   “What are these things?” “These are Christmas lights.   We’re going to put them on the bushes in the front yard.” “How come, Dad?” asked Beanie. “Cause your Mom is making us.” “Oh,” said Beanie.   “We better do it then.” “Yeah,” said Chris.   “Okay, Bean.   Are you ready?” “Ready for what?” “Uh, Dad?” “Yes, Bean?” “I’m glowing, Dad.” “Yeah!” exclaimed Chris.   “Isn’t it cool?” “Actually, Dad, its kind of hot…”…

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Trouble Maker

You can’t tell from this picture, but Chris is actually in big trouble at my house right now. Oh, sure.   He looks all innocent.   He looks all “check-me-out-holding-an-adorable-baby.”   He looks all masculine and manly with these big forearms and that cute cowlick in his hair. Sure, there’s nothing sexier in the world than a good looking man with a baby.   But I cannot be distracted.   He’s in big trouble. And don’t think those silly fish faces and those fat, little baby giggles are going to…

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Its Okay. He €™s the Father.

Chris has been a natural so far in the parenting category.   He’s attentive, funny, responsible, reliable.   He’s just great. One of the things I have struggled the most with as a new mom is how to not be so controlling.   Chris is Beanie’s dad.   He has every right to make decisions and judgment calls about him. And most of the time, I’m alright with that.   I trust Chris and I know Beanie does, too.   So, I am learning how to sit back and let…

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Happy Father €™s Day

My earliest memory of my Dad was when I was about three or four years old.   It was a Saturday morning and I had just gotten back from a ballet lesson.   We were standing in the kitchen and my Dad was doing pirouette turns with me as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a grown man to be up on his tippy toes spinning around in circles. That’s just how my Dad has always been.   Whatever my sister and I were doing…

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