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. …
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 …
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 …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
This morning I woke up to Little Dude tapping me on the leg:
“Papa, I need you to wake up and play cars and airplanes and Star Wars with me. I’m taking the day off from school.“
Like most …
Leftovers are what happens when when Monday is uninspiring.
Still, Little Dude’s 2008 B-boy moves looped to “Sandstorm”? Always inspiring. Then again, I’m his Papa.
Figures Luck would be a Lady considering my luck with ladies, on par with my luck with luck, was always crap. Not crap in the sense of odor-imposed celibacy; I never had a problem dating or meeting girls*, it’s just that dating and meeting girls inevitably ended with me as their springboard.
That’s kind of expected …
Another installment of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton.
Little Dude’s a nuclear clock. Put him to bed at 7:30 pm, he’s awake at 8 AM. Put him to bed at 11 PM, he’s awake at 8 AM. Apparently, all that consistency caught up with him Thursday morning.
“Hey, Mama. …
When did Saint Patrick’s Day become the new Easter?
What happened to a good ol’ St. Patrick’s Day of fear and anxiety- a day kids had to wear green or face bruises from some maple-syrup scented, pinch-happy, booger muncher named Rory? When did Ireland’s eco-terror celebration of serpentine holocaust morph from wake up, wear green, eat …
