I can’t wait until The Squish is a petulant teenager. I am building a cache of embarrassing things I can throw in his face every time he cracks wise. I’ll be like “Oh really, you don’t want to mow the lawn? Well, maybe I didn’t want to wipe your butt when you pooped in your […]
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How old does a kid need to be before you can start forcing it to learn piano, guitar, drums, and xylophone? I am a sloppy, undisciplined guitar player because I had to learn on the streets in my teens and I don’t want that for my son. The way I see it until he can articulate […]
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So this might be the weirdest thing yet; I miss working. I didn’t expect this. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, but it’s still a job. Not counting the frenetic, clumsy attempts at administrative tasks that just can’t be put off any longer, I’ve worked one day a week for the last six […]
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You hear all about it. Babies are supposed to get like six colds a year. It’s no big deal. Rudimentary immune systems, blah blah blah. We thought we’d seen him have a cold. He would sniffle and cough a bit here and there. Have a runny nose. Well, eight months in and we have our […]
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Our little commando just started to crawl. We are crazy proud, duh. He’s a chubby little beast though, so he can’t do a normal baby crawl. He does this army style belly crawl and it’s hilarious. He also poses on his side like some kind of seventies, hairy chested dude. It’s like there should be […]
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