So I sat down today to do a bit of blogging for the first time in almost a month…
And then this happened. Man, it’s hard to type this way. But to bring you up quickly to date… blogging has been light in part because…
And then this happened. Man, it’s hard to type this way. But to bring you up quickly to date… blogging has been light in part because…
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Last week, Daddyo introduced The Ten-Year-Old to the faux nutritional miracle that is cotton candy. He got her to try it by casting it as a scientific experiment: “Cotton Candy: Clothing fiber or food?”
The Ten-Year-Old has been an Elvis fan for at least six of her ten years. There have been a few rocky points in their relationship, however. Like that time The Four-Year-Old learned that Elvis didn’t really like cats. And the day she discovered that she didn’t really like his Christmas album. So she wrote — or rather had me type — this letter to Elvis giving him a bit of timely advice.
Seeing The Nine-Year-Old tucking Rusty in for the night this week, reminded me of this gem from March 2012… The Build-a-Bear Lady, preparing to sew up…
Dateline: March 28, 2012 The Five-Year-Old, under her breathe: “[mild expletive, mild expletive], our phone is broken. [mild expletive, mild expletive].” I knew the day when The…
The Nine-Year-Old and I had the chance to tag along on Daddyo’s business trip to D.C. last week, so of course we took it. Our hotel…
I find it fascinating to catch glimpses of what we were up to five years ago. This week, it’s Daddyo’s turn to be in the spotlight.…