Party Like a Five Year Old
Last week, as I mentioned, it was Miss Saarah’s birthday. Being a five year old girl(and not a 30 year old man) she was very excited. She had made a few requests of things that she’d like to do for her birthday, and I was only too happy to oblige. Saarah’s List of Birthday Awesomeness … Continue reading
When I was a Boy
If it wasn’t bad enough that I’ve broke my hip in the past year, been forced to use a walker, and completely fail to understand the youth of today, my son has a unique way of reaffirming just how old I am. Over the past two nights, he and I have been reading a book … Continue reading
And You Thought I was Nuts
Yesterday, from the moment I woke up, until the time that I went to bed(or rather, fell asleep on the couch while watching the Habs game), my hip was sore. Of course, that meant that I was walking around all day telling everyone “My hip’s acting up. Must be a storm a’brewin’”. As usual, people … Continue reading
Old Man Tevye
The picture that I chose was taken many years ago. You may have already noticed, as both the kids are in strollers, and my beard is significantly longer. Also, it’s pretty obvious that the ice rink in the picture ISN’T the one in the town that we live in now(duh!). Wait a minute, I just … Continue reading
Unusual Musical Tastes
Ask my lovely mother her opinion on Raffi, and she will most likely launch into a tirade about how if she hears “Five Green and Speckled Frogs” one more time in her life, she’ll kick your butt so hard that her foot will be permanently lodged in your stomach, and she’ll then be forced to … Continue reading
Why is it Dangerous?
Upon finding out that you’re going to be a parent, a variety of thoughts may go through your head. From my own experience, you’ll get anxious, not knowing how people will react when you tell them(especially if it’s your first child). You’ll get excited, thinking ahead to all of the great moments you’re going to … Continue reading
How Do You Know?
This question, while seemingly innocent, is fast becoming the most obnoxious string of four words to ever come out of my darling son’s mouth. It started when he asked a question about how something was made, done, procured, or performed(I have absolutely no idea. The boy asks a lot of questions. Who can keep track … Continue reading