Trader Joe’s. 📷
Buckeyes lost, but we had a good time watching the game with the kids. How Firm Thy Friendship.
Oh, hello, Strep and Hand Foot and Mouth, so nice to see you both again. Since you were just here a few weeks ago, we thought it would be a while before you came back. Make yourself comfortable (we know you always do).
It’s all fun and games until the kids jump into the trunk of the minivan and squash the pumpkin pie.
Biting your younger brother is, I must admit, one of the more novel applications of the “it was accident defense.”
The big kid called to remind me that I must leave work early today so we can hang out longer because I was gone all week. He’s a persuasive litigator.
Sometimes weekends are an echo of the weekdays. Pre-dawn and the kids are up. Thankfully, there’s always coffee. ☕️
Deep admiration for my wife who is at her third pediatric appointment this week (twice alone) to test the kiddos for strep. (A second positive test for a kiddo, that’s three counting her last weekend.)
First the wife, now one of the kids is down with strep. If another one goes down, I might be eligible for my medical license.
And we’re off marauding for candy. 📷
Let’s just say the baby is uninterested in the games her brothers seem obsessed with.
Last weekend we had pozole at the church festival. 📷
My kid loves dramatic effect.
But… he approves.
We had an eventful weekend. 📷
Ladies and gentlemen, Seven years old. 📷
The pozole at Great Wolf Lodge might be in the top five I’ve had in Phoenix. Who knew?!🍳
Great Wolf Lodge for the kids’ birthday (two of them, next week). If I survive, AMA. 📷
2 years ago to the day, the big kid lost his first tooth just days before his 5th birthday. Tonight, just days before his 5th, our second just lost his first. Shaping up to be a household tradition.
Remember the time I bought an expensive wine to share with my wife who had a rough week and then my toddler dumped her backwash filled cup of water and ice into my wine glass because ::checks notes:: “sharing”? Yeah, me too. Good times.
And just like that, a first grader. 📷
As Father’s Day gifts go, hard to beat the goldfish my daughter (18mo) shoved into my mouth while smiling. Cheers, fellow dads.
Every year for my birthday, my kids “surprise” me with a home made cake or cupcakes. It takes more work for me to conveniently be gone, and not hear them talking to mom about “you know what.” But it’s swell all the same. 📷
