We were helping Beth with her homework on the American Revolution this evening, and it was great fun. I fancy myself the household expert on history, so I was right in my element. However, helping with a big homework assignment until ten p.m. makes me yearn for my high school days (when I didn’t). It didn’t help that we were all pretty tired.
Anyway, there was a point in all this when…
A couple weeks ago I was summoned home due to an emergency. Beth was freaked out by a frog that gained entrance to our house via commode.
Being a thoughtful, sensitive parent, I went straight home, tracked down the frog, and laughed. Mind you, this was no mere chuckle. This kind of laughing involved tears. At first Beth didn’t share my feelings… not even a little bit. I could tell…
There aren’t many things that make me feel more fallible as a parent than trying to be one with a hum-dinger of a headache. There aren’t many things that make me feel much better than my kids showing me it doesn’t matter.
I woke up from a nap on Saturday with Beth kneeling next to me, asking “Are you feeling better dad?” You know what? I was. She’d asked me that…
Beth is a champ.
She missed her opportunity to test with the rest of her group last week in Tae Kwon Do, so we sprung for the private test. In my mind, the “private” test is a bit misleading. When you test with the group, you do the form as a group. When you take a “private” test, you do it by yourself; but you’re still doing it in front of the entire class (just not…
I was reading through some of my early entries (those occasional posts to the old site, which eventually became this blog), and I ran across this gem from the early Beth years.
Remember when Beth was four? I do, sort of. What a kid she’s growing up to be. It defies explanation… or more accurately, it defies my ability to explain.
Follow this link to the post: “One tooth, three…
My wife is convinced that we are cursed. Every year, at this time, the Kauffman Household (v 2.2.2) passes around a nasty bug. Or so she says, but more on that later. Last night my daughter got jiggy with a little retroperistalsis, and tonight my wife is playing a little catch-up.
I should of had a V8! That, or I should have stayed in a hotel this week; for it is not a question of IF I’ll…