“Snap, crackle, pop”? More like “Crunch, crunch, crunch” as they’re stepped on.
I told my six and four-year-old girls that, no, they cannot open that new box of cereal they want until they finish some of the plethora of nearly finished cereal boxes we already have. They agreed and began eating some of the old cereal without complaint, so I walked away to get some work done.
After a while I decided it had gotten rather quiet in the kitchen. Too quiet.
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I hope those towels have been washed!
My two-year-old was quiet in the bathroom for far too long. When I went in to investigate, the first thing I saw was Read the rest of this entry
You don’t want to see the other side of me.
When my two youngest were two and three-years-old, I walked in from doing something in the other room for only five minutes! I opened the trash can to throw something in and saw lots and lots and lots of Read the rest of this entry
I lay down for ten minutes. That was my first mistake.
When I hauled myself out of bed, not nearly refreshed, I was soon greeted by a very red face. No, it wasn’t that my two-year-old daughter was embarrassed, though she should have been. It wasn’t that she’d been hitting the wine bottle, not that I would have preferred that. It was Read the rest of this entry
I was productively working on the computer one day, when my two-year-old came streaking by me, a long skinny sheet of white paper trailing behind her. I thought, “Hmm. I don’t remember having any paper like that,” and went about my business. A moment later, it dawned on me where that paper had come from. Read the rest of this entry
I had just finished two loads of the kids’ laundry and put it all neatly away, as well as organizing the soon-to-be-born’s clothes in the drawers. I hate laundry, and it was a huge accomplishment for me to have it all done and organized. Not five minutes after leaving their tidy dresser behind to work on lunch, Read the rest of this entry
When I was raising children in the ’40s, back before the invention of children’s carseats, it was okay to leave your kids in the car unattended. In the middle of a lengthy road trip, my wife and I decided to let the kids eat the road rations; we were going to stop at a restaurant for dinner. So we found a nice place, and watched the kids play in the station wagon from the restaurant window.
We couldn’t believe our luck. The children appeared to be very happy and having a great time together in the car. No fighting, no biting, and not once did one of us need to go outside to discipline. We enjoyed our meal leisurely. Read the rest of this entry