Guppy makes me wonder sometimes. I think she is destined to be a stuntwoman. In fact, I watch her sometimes, and all I can think of is watching her say “hold my juice.” What I actually hear (after a loud crash), is “I’m okay!” Continue reading Here, hold my juice
I was supposed to write a post about mental illness as a follow-up to my post on gun control. This isn’t it. I have been thinking about this post – and almost nothing else, at least as relates to my blog. I have decided to, at least for now, shelve the post. The reality is that I am scared of writing it.
That is all.
(Warning: This blog post contains foul language. Small children and easily offended people should just go to this post about Colonial Williamsburg instead. The rest of us are going to have a grown-up conversation).
Astute readers (all three of you plus my wife) will notice that I haven’t posted anything for about two weeks. There’s reasons for that. I would like to say that it’s because I’ve been busy (which I have). That’s not it though. It’s because I have thought about discontinuing this blog. I don’t feel like a father anymore. I cannot protect my children. And for that, I blame the NRA. Continue reading I can’t protect my children
Guppy had her first spelling test last Friday, and she got 7/8. In her class, there are three groups: red, blue, and purple. She is in the purple group. The entire exercise filled her with a bit of angst. Continue reading Spelling Tests are a Rite of Passage
I’ve written before about how I rely on Clownfish to help me when Angelfish is away. I’m lucky to have her, and one of the things that it lets me do is work nights when I have to. Not everyone is that lucky. So I was really excited to hear the story of the Devry professor who held a child for his student. Continue reading Everyone needs a helping hand