Out of the blue, Linnea started asking a big question this week. It began with a shiny new pacifier.
“My purple boppy, mommy,” she said, handling it with loving care as we rocked together before bed. “Who bought it me?”
After I replied that mommy bought the boppy, her eyes got bigger and she nodded . . . → Read More: Who Bought It Me?
For some time…towards the wrapping-up phase of Divorced Before 30…my amazingly prolific wife has been urging me to post something for this new blog (I was surprised too). I have nearly convinced myself that this blog was principally conceived to fill up the time between our daughter going to bed and my wife going to . . . → Read More: “Clever” Retort
Minnesota has had one hell of a snowy December, and technically, winter doesn’t even start until tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong—I love the snow. In fact, you may recall that my previous post about tromping around in it was called “Energized and at Peace.” Well, I wasn’t feeling particularly energized or peaceful this evening.
My . . . → Read More: Snowy Road Rage
For the past couple of years, my family has tried to simplify the holiday season. We’ve cut way back on gifts, I’ve stopped making so many damn cookies, and overall, we’ve saved a lot of time and money. Today, I only buy gifts for my nephews and my daughter. Josh and I restrict ourselves to stuffing each . . . → Read More: A Simple Holiday
Lately, my toddler has become quite the independent girl. During our bedtime stories, she wants to sit next to me in the glider rather than on my lap. I’m okay with it, because it’s still quite cozy, and it doesn’t affect my ability to do a mean Little Nutbrown Hare or Little Engine That Could. This . . . → Read More: Our Collective Width
Last weekend, ten men roofed our house. Ten men who weren’t paid a dime. Some helped for a couple of hours, and some helped for two days straight. What a way to spend a weekend, huh? Now, the majority of these men are related to either Josh or me, and the rest have been friends with Josh . . . → Read More: Raising the Barn