So I’ve taken up running again. Not because it’s a life passion, but more because the dreamtastic Ragnar Wasatch Back relay is pretty much here, bellowing and beating its red-haired chest right behind me– and right now, that Ragnar dude’s breath smells like personal embarrassment and shame.
That means I’m back in a cushy pair of …
Little man came to me this morning touting that he not only dressed himself but that he was the “New Sheriff in town”, watch out bandits I’ve heard he’s the fastest Nerf shot in town.
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton. NOTE: This is entry is a reminder as to why I need to keep Vintonville– or at least Quotables– updated more often. Throw in a load of laundry, grab a Go-Gurt and use the couch. …
So Little Sis can now be measured in years instead of months, which is awesome. We also stripped her down and, as per one-year-old tradition, made her eat cake.
She kinda dug it.
Bliss: a state of complete and total happiness. Blister: skin being rubbed into an oblivion creating a painful puss pocket.
Lady friend here– hijacking Vintonville for a little cheese time. This post technically should have been up on Wednesday but I knew Man-Friend totally forgot [Dan Edit: I'd argue, but it's completely true] our …
Bed Ninja
[bed nin-juh] –noun
1. A member of a child society of bedtime mercenary agents, highly trained in stealth (ninjutsu), who indulge in covert purposes ranging from nap-time espionage to mattress sabotage and sleep assassination.
When you’re trying to punch in for a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, living with a bed ninja can be …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
Between the two kids, our place has become a virus manufacturing plant, which is always rough for Little Sis and amps my germophobic anxiety into a hand scrubbing, mask-wearing Defcon 1. Last week, Little Dude was enjoying …
My palate is decidedly lowbrow. Keep your bisque, banache and Frenchy/Italian-ey suffixes. I’ll take a fat pile of baked mac and cheese, pizza, Famous Star or condiment-loaded ballpark hot dog and wash it all down with a warm chocolate chip cookie chaser.
It’s not that I don’t know any better. I’m not afraid of the fancy …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
The other night, after putting Little Dude to bed, I heard him faintly whispering to himself as I went back to my room. Knowing something was up and hoping to hear a few unedited gems, I …
So, yeah. Creating the expectation of plastic-wrapped joy for every holiday is a totally responsible way to avoid spoiling your kids. And by that, I mean it’s probably not.
Between the Memorial Day General, the Independence Day Eagle and the Labor Day Hobo (they’re real!), our kids won’t even need Christmas. But because we’re exorbitant and …
