Archive for July, 2009

You Know You’re A Parent When…

This morning I was drinking a large glass of water.  Ginger decided she wanted some and started taking sips in between shoving handfuls of Cheerios into her mouth.
When I attempted to reclaim my glass of water, I noticed a fair amount of Cheerios crumbles in the bottom of the cup.  Ginger’s backwash.
I drank the water [...]

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How To Stuff Your Child To The Gills

Any parent of a toddler knows the battle that can ensue at mealtime.  Sometimes your child doesn’t like what you are serving.  Sometimes your child simply refuses to eat, period, despite the fact that you are serving French fries, chocolate cake, and large dollop of candy-coated lard.
My darling Ginger likes to scare me by not eating [...]

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Ginger Gets Devilish

For anyone who doubted the veracity of my claim that Ginger had scrawled satanic verses all over our driveway, I present this small art project that Ginger brought home from camp last week. The top of the shell was painted, and apparently Ginger decided to show off her writing skills, which consist of only three [...]

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I Love You, Now Go Away

Here is one of the many ironies of parenthood: you love your children to pieces, but want nothing to do with them.
I exaggerate, but only slightly. In a nutshell, Ginger is now 3 years old and is full – FULL – of energy. We could do step aerobics all day long and she’d [...]

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My Refrigerator Is A Threat To Public Health

As I’ve posted on here many times before, I am completely inept in the kitchen. A couple examples here and here.
One of my many kitchen malfunctions is to buy food and forget that I have it. GrumpyDaddy occasionally audits the refrigerator, tossing out old food and wagging his finger at me for being [...]

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Learning To Write

Ginger is starting to write letters and someone close to her, who shall go unidentified for reasons you are about to understand, has been trying to teach her some letters. The letters this person has chosen to teach include E, a first initial of someone in the family, H for some unknown reason, and [...]

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A Thursday Confession

My confession for the day: occasionally… OK, oftentimes, when I’m cleaning up my kids’ snacks off the floor, I just eat them. And sometimes, they aren’t, shall we say, *freshly* dropped snacks. In fact, I end up eating some darn stale Cheerios and Goldfish crackers at times.
But the truth of the matter is [...]

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