I ran over a cat this week. It’s very dead. I set myself up for it, really. It all goes back to last week’s post when I had the audacity to use the phrase “my… Read More »Three strikes and your kids will need therapy
My kids always want to come to my races. I would love to have them there! But there’s so many logistics that make it too difficult. Either the race is an early start and I… Read More »Kids Tri Hard
There’s an endless supply of material for this bit. Admittedly not all happens at dinner, but it does happen ’round the table. L: My nose is a pond.Me: Your nose is a pond?L: Yes. Because… Read More »Heard ’round the dinner table, again
The first race of the season is so important and so awful. It’s that first chance to shake out the cobwebs and remember how to do things. It’s funny the stuff I forget. Last year… Read More »One week until race day! And a moral dilemma regarding prairie dresses
To be honest, I didn’t have anything interesting to write about this week. I try to draft my posts a week in advance, and here we’d gotten to Wednesday with no inspiration. But then the… Read More »If it’s not duct tape, it’s superglue and it can fix anything
J: Did you know turtles breathe through their butts? (I have yet to fact check this but Hubs immediately classified it as potty talk and shut it down) *sound of empty cup slammed on table*… Read More »Heard ’round the dinner table
Alliteration. I’m not sure if parent perception of the youngest child gives the illusion of personality, or if it’s a survival tactic of the child to be so delightfully naughty as to avoid the majority… Read More »Life through the lens of the littlest
You must first understand that the week after moving into our new house, Hubs started a world travel tour. He had business trips M-F for 6 straight weeks. This left me forging ahead with three… Read More »Some dis-assembly required