Last week was crazy. So crazy that on Friday I totally forgot to take everyone to Number 5 and 6’s art show at preschool. Oops. A few kids ago I would have beat myself up over it. A few weeks ago I probably would have too. But now I know better. Because you will fuck up. […]
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Confessions of a Cotton Wool Dad
Today’s post comes to you from….my husband. A post from Not Your Average Dad. I didn’t know what he was going to write about. I just asked him if he’d consider writing something. On any topic. He’s never actually said this to me until now. So it’s a big deal to me. A big thank […]
How do I spell relief? S-P-O-O-N
We are almost 2 weeks into Number 4’s cast. The biggest problem? The unreachable itch. The doctor told us to use popsicle sticks. But those things aren’t very long. We tried pencils, but I was afraid Number 4 would give herself a puncture wound. Plus, both the popsicle sticks and the pencils can get pretty […]