From the time I was in second grade signing up classmates for my own personal animal rights demonstration, to the countless stray animals I brought home un-announced, and the students I taught in the inner cities of East Los Angeles. I have spent the majority of my life quietly convinced that I can and will, in one way or another, have to save the entire world. Continue Reading
Parenting can be hard. And with four kids six and under? Well, it is pretty much always exhausting.
But, it can be funny too. Usually when taken out of context. And in very very small doses.
Like this conversation which took place in my car on the way back from the beach. If you completely remove the idea that we were all tired, hungry, sunburned, and sandy, it is quite entertaining.
Me: Do you want grilled cheese or a cheese burger?
Them: a toy.
Me: No, we’re not getting happy meals. We’re going somewhere else. Grilled cheese or a cheese burger?
Them: Cheeseburger. And a toy.
Me: They don’t have toys.
Them: Ok a cheeseburger.
Them: And a toy.
Or this simple question to one my small children when he appeared to be unable to hear or understand a single word coming out of my mouth. Despite the fact that I was on the brink of being declared a wild banshee.
Me: Do we need to clean out your ears?!!! You don’t seem to be able to hear a single I’m saying when I ask you to do something!!! (through clenched teeth that are just about ready to bite someone’s/ anyone’s head off)
Him: Maybe. This ear (pointing to the left) makes a lot more wax than this one (pointing to the right).
And then there is of course the joy of gift giving. The excitement and anticipation on their faces as they open up a gift wondering what surprise it holds inside. Unless of course this happens.
Kid: I’m not going home until I build the Lego set we got him. (Him being the birthday boy, coincidentally standing next to the speaker)
Me: That is supposed to be a surprise, he hasn’t opened it yet.
Kid: I have nothing but bad news. My brother told him the second we got here.
And of course the phrase every parent wants to hear out of their twenty month old toddler.
Ok so it’s not exactly the six quotes MamaKat indicated for her Practically World Famous Writer’s Workshop. But, it’s close in it’s own the best I can do way.
Yes I know this is a recycled post. But we’ve been on the virus train for over a week now. I’ve been up since 2am with a coughing vomiting child. And the fourth kid is about to come down with a fever. So, you really don’t want to read anything I write today.
In fact I don’t even know if I am currently making sense. So without further adieu… a post I wrote while coherent about how my one baby got her name. Sort of…
This is George’s sister, George. She started life as a feral. Eating out of trash cans and living under a storage container. Continue Reading
Now this list is probably a bit biased towards fathers with wives that
work their asses off keeping the house in some kind of order primarily stay home and take care of the kids. But, I imagine there are at least a few tips just about any man can learn from. Continue Reading