Beth’s been on me to post this for a while, but I was having trouble with a WordPress plugin for embedding QuickTime video. I could have gone the YouTube route, but that’s not nearly as fun as capturing the video from the DVR myself (nor as legally gray).
I never get tired of watching manned mission launches. I’ve never seen one live up close, but night launches are stunning even…
What kind of day would you think I had if I told you I spent the evening running after my kid, and cleaning up one mess after another? Would you believe me if I told you it was damn near perfect?
I’m wicked tired, but it’s worth it.
As usual, I rolled out of the office at 3:30, picked up Adam, and got back to the house a little after four. He helped me get the laundry started, then I…
This morning my son asked me to spell one of the character’s names from Cars.
Without hesitation, I replied:
M – A – T – T – E – R
“That’s not right dad! There’s only one ‘T’ in Mater.”
Then he went to his dry erase board on the fridge to show me:
MATER
“Yep,” I said, “that looks right Adam.” Inside I…
Our son and daughter have something in common. They both loved to play with the alphabet magnets on the fridge. Boy, if those letters could talk… oh the stories they could tell. You can sense it just looking at them. Scratched, scarred, chewed, abandoned, thrown, drown, colored and just plain abused – they’ve suffered every indignity a child could throw at ’em.
I tell you…
I wonder if it’s normal for kids to be restless sleepers. My kids are all over the place. It’s like they treat their bed the same at night as they do when they’re awake – like a piece of gym equipment.
I wonder if their sleep position has anything to do with their dreams. Yesterday morning made me wonder. Adam had his arms raised, his chin up (his pillow was under his…
There was a long time when I couldn’t get over feeling angry with my mother (like she had some choice in this). I was angry that she wasn’t like everyone else’s mom. I was angry that she made all of us different by association. I was angry that middle and high school were really hard – in part – because she was so different (and because I wasn’t strong enough to…