March 22 | 3:02 AM | Comments (0)
There comes a time when every parent has to eat his or her words. And, believe me, they don’t taste very good the second time around. I know because I’ve eaten my share.
Posted 3/15/2013 | Comments (0)
As we sat in church two Sundays ago, my son looked at me and asked, “Aren’t we supposed to give up something for Lent?”
Posted 3/8/2013 | Comments (0)
I’ll admit it; I cry like a girl. Not that I think crying is unhealthy. In fact, I’ve tried to teach my son that it’s OK to cry. Still he’d rather cut off his foot than let anyone, especially his daddy, see tears. I guess it’s a guy thing.
Posted 3/1/2013 | Comments (0)
By the time you read this, I’ll be another year older and a great deal luckier, at least according to my friend Sarah’s dad.
Posted 2/22/2013 | Comments (0)
You don’t have to work in the White House to encounter politics firsthand. In fact, no matter where you work, there’s sure to be some – just on a different scale.
Posted 2/15/2013 | Comments (0)
“Feed your dog,” I heard my daughter say to my son early one morning before school.
Posted 2/8/2013 | Comments (0)
“I feel like I can’t talk to any women because I have not seen ‘Downtown Abbey,’” I complained.
Posted 2/1/2013 | Comments (0)
Being pregnant has come a long way since I was expecting my first child some, gulp, 22 years ago. These days being pregnant is en vogue. Hollywood deserves part of the credit as celebrities proudly display their “baby bumps.” (I despise that expression, by the way).
Posted 1/25/2013 | Comments (0)
I came home from the pet store a bit disgruntled the other day. No, it wasn’t because of their service. I was able to buy our guinea pig food with no issues.
Posted 1/18/2013 | Comments (0)
“Johnny said he knows karate,” my son said one day after school. “He’s only a brown belt. That’s not very good.”
Posted 1/11/2013 | Comments (0)
When my oldest daughter was little, she was so exhausting to play with. She had an active imagination, and pretending with her was like performing a Shakespearean play. You’d better know your lines.
Posted 12/28/2012 | Comments (0)
Well, we did it. After two months of putting it all together and 10 minutes of pulling it all apart, we had a successful Christmas.
Posted 12/28/2012 | Comments (0)
My newlywed daughter and her husband set up their tree this year. I asked her how it went, and she said, “We had a few tree stand issues. I almost had to pull a Ben Daddy.”
Posted 12/21/2012 | Comments (0)
My daughter has a knack for winning things.
Posted 12/14/2012 | Comments (0)
My children were in the best Christmas pageant ever, and, no, the Herdman’s weren’t involved (like in Barbara Robinson’s book).
Posted 12/7/2012 | Comments (0)
I hired a maid.
Posted 11/30/2012 | Comments (0)
It’s the day after Thanksgiving, and for weeks I’ve been called a Scrooge. Yes, a Scrooge as in “The Christmas Carol,” emphasis on Christmas.
Posted 11/23/2012 | Comments (0)
I had to have a procedure recently.
Posted 11/16/2012 | Comments (0)
I had surgery two weeks ago, and my family couldn’t be happier about it – or fatter.
Posted 11/9/2012 | Comments (0)
“I need to meet with you later today,” a manager at work said in a serious tone.
Posted 11/2/2012 | Comments (0)
I never thought I’d be saying this, but I think the world would be a better place if women talked sports. Relax, men, I don’t mean talked sports with you. I mean with each other.