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Categories : I'm wasting your time, kids
Yes, for the first time this year I cut the grass. It was so long (we’ve been getting tons of rain) that I had to use a scythe. I did manage to bag a squirrel, though. It was delicious.
On the one day last week that we didn’t get rain I took Jonathan out for a picnic lunch at the park. We were there two hours and I am once again saying those words I say every spring. We need a house with a bigger yard.
First we hit the swings..
Then he chased butterflies. Here he’s hunting for one…
Lastly he picked some flowers for Mommy. Yes he knows that dandelions are weeds. He ended up choosing some cherry blossoms to bring home instead, and they dried and wilted in the very hot car.
At this point the battery in my camera died. Lots of fun was had by all, and Ben got a nice walk in the stroller from Grandma as well.
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Categories : Bad Parenting, Dining Out, Food, Soup, special needs, Uncategorized
Monday was Panera day since nobody wanted to cook. We brought home our wonderful goodness, and since it was kind of cool and rainy I got potato soup. Ben didn’t want to sit in his high chair so he was sitting on my lap as I ate. It was an interesting exchange. Ben was holding a spoon because he likes to hold things, and I was trying to see if he’d let me feed him. He was squirming and not cooperating. In all honesty these days he’s a little more adverse to oral stimulation. Ben’s getting in a few teeth and he’s been making such progress with physical development that I guess the oral motor skills took a back seat. And that’s my fault.
At one point during dinner Ben dropped the spoon he was holding. It fell to my right, so I leaned over to get it. As that happened I guess I leaned Ben forward just a bit, and he saw something else that he wanted to play with. The Styrofoam bowl that the soup was in. By the time I came back up with the spoon (total elapsed time: 0.7 seconds) the bowl was tipped all the way over, and the soup dripping off the table.
So Benjamin is coming up with some pretty creative ways to put an end to any physical / occupational therapy sessions Mom and Dad try on occasion. Luckily it was a thick soup, so it didn’t all land on Ben and my lap.
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Categories : Daddy is a real dork, I'm wasting your time
Let’s see, as a Christmas present from December 2006 (coincidentally the last time we saw the man) we were given a coat rack for our entry way as a subtle hint gag gift. We have no coat closet in our 110 year old house so he bought us a coat rack. Doing some math, that’s 16 months later I get around to hanging the thing.
In my defense, I did have some repair work to do before I could hang it. I had to stop the water leakage problems (involving fixing the roof, cleaning out the downspouts, and repainting that corner of the house), wait for the wall to dry, patch the plaster, then prime and paint.
Four years I’ve been hanging my coat on the dining room chairs. It will take months for me to get used to going to the door for my coat.
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Categories : Daddy is a real dork, I love having boys, I'm wasting your time, kids, Parenting
And when you’re done with that clean the fireplace.
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Categories : Bad Parenting, dad, Daddy is a real dork, kids, Parenting
You could subtitle this post Disturbing Superhero Images, vol. 2
Here’s vol. 1 in case you’ve forgotten. I should really keep up to date on these things.
Jonathan has this Spider-man & Friends memory game. In this game you match the top half of the superhero to the bottom half. A very interesting concept and I’m sure this game is enjoyed most by the Marvel supervillians.
Well, upon close inspection of these playing pieces (because I have nothing better to do) I noticed something. The male superheroes like Spidey, Thing, and the Hulk are buff, with six pack abs and bulging muscles.
Okay, so maybe Spider-man looks more like Fonzie. The girls, however, look 4-5 months pregnant. Here’s Spider-girl and Storm:
Being married to a currently pregnant woman, I can truly say that it is indeed a super power. But not exactly in the crime fighting sense. More in the creating life sense. Karen’s other superpower is getting me to go get things for her.
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Categories : Daddy is a real dork, I'm ranting again, I'm wasting your time, kids, Parenting
This is how the letter reads when you’re accepted into a school of magic:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Here’s how the letter reads when you’re accepted into kindergarten at the Catholic school:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dinner,
Thank you for taking the time to allow your child to participate in the evaluation process for the 2008-2009 kindergarten program at [You don’t expect me to put the name of the school here, do you?]. Our evaluators are pleased to report that your child meets all the criteria to have a successful experience in our program for the coming school year.
In other words, congratulations, your child is qualified to enter kindergarten. Personally I’d rather have gotten the Hogwarts letter.
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Categories : Bad Parenting, Daddy is a real dork, I'm wasting your time, kids, Parenting, Stupidity
This is the first in a series of posts aimed at educating my readers. I know that drivel you were taught in health class, it was all a pack of lies. I can tell you with confidence that there are many things that make babies magically appear from the sky. These include:
1. Purchasing more Christmas stocking hangers than there are people living in your house.
We bought these when Aliyah was staying with us, but then she moved on campus. That makes this one her fault.
2. Having a car whose seating capacity is larger than your family.
3. Having an unused guest bedroom in your house.
This one is also Aliyah’s fault. Note that the color of the room is pink, guaranteeing that the child will be another boy.
4. Having a blog whose tagline starts with “Life with three boys…”
5. Being on someone’s blogroll who calls your blog “Ben and his THREE Brothers.”
6. Naming your blog “My Three Sons.”
This is what I almost called my blog, but I’m nowhere near Fred McMurray’s height.
7. Putting off the vasectomy.
Okay, so maybe this is the real reason