Blood and Gatorade

I try very hard not to use this space to complain about bad days.  It is tempting, of course, to whine about all sorts of things when one has a bit of a public forum, but I find it much more enjoyable to tell stories that are funny or silly, and only rant about things […]

Childhood Amnesia

I have always been amazed by my daughter’s ability to remember stories and details from events that I can barely recall myself.  I find myself saying “Oh yeahhhhh…” on a regular basis when she reminds me about a party that we went to three years ago, and what shirt I was wearing to it.  But […]

Anna, Elsa, Ariel, and Me

The Frozen soundtrack is currently running on an infinitely repeating loop at my house.  And also in my car.  And in those rare moments when, for some reason or another, we cannot hear the soundtrack (such as travelling between the house and the car), my daughter can be heard singing it boisterously at the top of […]

The Bubba Fairy

When Ruby was two and addicted to pacifiers, or “Binkies” as she called them, we informed her that the Binky Fairy was going to be coming to take all of them away one night, but that the Binky Fairy would be leaving her an exciting present.  “Now Tenor Dad,” I can hear you saying, “are […]

A Quick Slide Down Icy Steps

It was agreed upon by all that if the mothers had been there, this never would have happened.  But the mothers were not there.  The mothers had stayed inside with the younger brothers while the fathers took the older sisters sledding.  Yes, it was several degrees below sanity out, and yes we were the only […]

A Few Corrections From Ruby

Yesterday I regaled you with a tale of our travails as we visited the whale tails, however I have been informed by my daughter Ruby that the version I told to you was woefully incomplete, and that I clearly left out the most important part of the story.  And so, in an attempt to set […]

WHALE TAILS!

We have a tradition in our car.  Whenever we drive by a certain hillside on a certain section of highway between Williston and South Burlington, the driver will shout out “WHALE TAILS!” and then everyone else in the car will echo back.  “WHALE TAILS!”  We have done this for as long as I can remember, […]

Santa’s Living Conditions

Yesterday my six year old and I were having a conversation about what time Santa would be getting home after doing all of his Christmas deliveries.  Then this other conversation happened. Me: “Well, I’m sure Santa was very happy to get back to his house.” Ruby: “Daddy!  Santa doesn’t live in a HOUSE!” Me: “He […]