This evening my son (he of three) asked my wife for “a vanilla bean.”
“Come again?” my wife asked.
(I’m taking a wee bit of license here… she probably just said: “what?”)
“I want a Tall Vanilla Bean mommy.”
Cheryl and I had one of those “meant for you” moments. We each came to the conclusion that a certain mem-may (re: my…
You probably don’t know this because I probably didn’t tell you; and you probably didn’t care, so I probably didn’t see the need. However, you are here and you’ve come this far (though why I’ll never know), so I’ll get on with my tale.
Adam’s sitter dropped a bomb on us last week, saying she didn’t think “things were working out,”…
Long ago we realized that our DVD collection would take up less space in one of those CD books. Cheryl and I wouldn’t have so many movies we’d need a book, were it not for the kids. I’ve long ago lost count how many times we’ve watched Toy Story, and I’m getting there with Cars.
Anyway, last night our climbing prodigy scaled Mount Counter-Top to reach the shelf…
In the last 24 hours I’ve had two phone conversations with my children.
Beth hasn’t been sleeping at night and needed another run down of all the drugs I’m taking, how they work, and why they’ll make me better.
Beth is a happy child; everyone usually says so.
So it broke my heart to hear the anxiety in her voice, and not be able to take it away.
Adam has been telling…