Category Archives: Family (mine, usually)

Instant messaging with a 5 year old

The “wink” will make sense to you if you use the MSN Messenger:
Emma says:
hi dad
Rich says:
HI FLUFF!!!!
Emma says:
tea party today please come
Rich winks:
Play “Heart”
Emma says:
wo (translation: woah)
Emma winks:
Play “Heart” (hmm, mummy’s help, I think)
Rich says:
cool
Emma says:
i luv you
Rich says:
I love you, too!
Doesn’t every parent communicate with their preschooler via IM?
UPDATE: the tea […]

Boom

Took my daughters out last night. Kind of a date night for toddlers, if you will. Granted, we only went as far as the garage and they were both in their pajamas but I think they had a good time. We had a thunderstorm come through last night and Rosie got excited. I love lightning […]

I’m just saying

It’s not a good idea to put your two year old in the bath with an uneaten chicken nugget. Not that you would do anything so ridiculous - I’m just saying…

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You should check this out just because it’s cool.
But really, I’m only putting this up because I want the link in a really easy place to find later. Emma loves her marble game, and I can totally see her working on this.

Found

I found a sticky note the other day as we were preparing for the mum-in-law. Written by little fingers:
DYR DADY - HAPPY BRFDEY FROM EMMA
Of course my heart lept to my throat. Realize that she turned 5 last week and wrote that note phonically. If she doesn’t know how to spell something, she’ll figure […]

Mavis arrived safely

…in case you’ve been worried.
She came bearing gifts for the girls, as grandmothers are wont to do. Chocolate, mostly, much to the joy of Mrs. D. Loaded for bear, at that.
She brought me something, too.

‘Marriage Is for White People’

How scary is this?
I was stunned to learn that a black child was more likely to grow up living with both parents during slavery days than he or she is today, according to sociologist Andrew J. Cherlin.
I imagine that the author, Joy Jones, is in for a lot of email about yesterday’s article. How telling […]

Homeschooling

Emma turns 5 this spring (on the best day of all to have a birthday) which means she officially begins kindergarten this fall. She been asking to learn to read since last year so we decided to get serious about it, finally. Grandma gave her Hooked on Phonics for Christmas so we’ve been working on […]

Things you just don’t hear every day

“Eeewwww, the baby’s eating butter with the turkey baster.”

Someone’s Watching You

Everywhere you go, every vehicle you drive, every minute of the day. At least, if you live in the UK, they are.
If this program results in lives saved by capturing terrorist and other criminals that would be some justification, but I suspect that information won’t ever be shared. In that case, it’s so not worth […]

The worst movie ever made

Well, there’s an hour and a half of my life I’ll never get back. Whatever you do, do not see Birth, with Nicole Kidman. Terrible. Awful. Stupid. Oh my God, that was bad.

Not me, honey

I came home with a sticker on my shirt yesterday. You know the ones - red, white and blue that say “I voted.” Upon seeing the sticker, the sticker-crazed Emma said
Did they make you president, Daddy?

“C” Homework

I’m sitting at the table last night after dinner, Emma on one side and Tracey on the other. The littlest one is running around waving one of Emma’s Barbie dolls (the “ManBarbie, Daddy!”) and we’re all having a good time helping Emma with her homework. 4 years old, preschool, and she’s got homework. Am I […]

End of summer

I didn’t get to Lilek’s Monday Bleat until today. When I finally did, it rang true, and not just because I read it out loud to Emma over our breakfast this morning.
I’m not ready for summer to leave. Whenever you say that, you suspect it’s already on the way out. Summer never leaves like a […]

A new month

Time to post, no? Yes, I’ve been busy. No, not too busy to post but I thought I’d spend every possible moment with my family. After 2 months in England I was more than ready to have them home again. I was a blubbering idiot at the airport. And didn’t care. To have my girls […]