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Last night the kids and I prayed before bed. Seeing the baby in the crib clasping her hands together and speaking gobbledeygook intentions is one of the cutest things ever. And no matter how many times I try to slow… Continue Reading →
Saturday morning. Wake up before my wife and the children. My wife’s been working a lot lately so I throw on some clothes to surprise them all with Dunkin Donuts. ($5 for a dozen donuts coupon, baby!) My hand is… Continue Reading →
The front room was a mess. A big mess. And I’d specifically told the five children not a half hour before not to throw everything around the room. I was just about to scold them when the phone rang. Thus… Continue Reading →
So I took the kids out to the mall to shop for Mom two days before Christmas. I want them to know that Christmas is not just about receiving but giving as well. Now let me ask a weird hypothetical…. Continue Reading →
My daughter coughed in her sleep and my eyes opened. Still dark. Sitting up already on the couch, I thought (hoped?) that it had to be nearing morning as my eyes strained unsuccessfully to make out the hands of the… Continue Reading →
The news about the Wal-Mart worker has me thinking about evil and cruelty. Not in the grand sweeping sociology way. I’m thinking particularly about how excellent at cruelty I can be. When I was younger I was a mean kind… Continue Reading →
I celebrated my 40th birthday this week. Woo-hoo. Everyone asks me if I feel different. I don’t. I almost forgot the whole thing to be honest. I think the kids were more excited than I was. They were so excited… Continue Reading →
I made my wife cry. That’s why I remember that particular night. At the time, we were not yet married and we were eating dinner at one of those chain restaurants. We were talking about the future as two young… Continue Reading →
This year my wife decided she was going to make the Halloween costumes for the children. They’re excited but the boy wants desperately to be a Power Ranger. “The Red one because pink is for girls” he says twelve times… Continue Reading →
Every house has the room. The messy one. The room that will actually take a bulldozer, eighteen garbage bags, a shovel, and a garbage eating rat to get it anywhere close to available for public viewing. Right now that room… Continue Reading →