hu·mil·i·ty /hyo͞oˈmilədē/noun1. a modest or low view of one's own importance; humbleness. Dear Son #3, I'm proud of you. I probably don't tell you this enough as I'm too busy telling you to not climb unsteady things, jump off high things, put gross things in your mouth, say unsavoury words, pick on your brothers etc.… Continue reading On Being Humble.
Dear Son #1, Daddy's uncle once told me that bigger kids equal bigger problems. At the time, I was up to my elbows in poop and vomit that wasn't my own, enjoying nights where a whole three hours of sleep was something to celebrate, and negotiating with terroris–I mean toddlers on a daily basis. At… Continue reading The Brown Potato and The Red Potatoes.
Dear Son #3, On January 9, 2023 at 10:38 am, I hovered over the "submit" button, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and hit it. You were officially registered to go to school in September. I breathed out slowly and looked over at you, creating a large family of venomous snakes out of Play… Continue reading Frank the Tank.
Dear Son #1 & #2, We did it. We finished school. And we’re all still alive to talk about it. H-A-L-L-E-L-U-J-A-H! We just finished three months of non-voluntary homeschooling and not only did the experience confirm my decision not to homeschool you on a permanent basis, but it gave me an even greater appreciation for your teachers. Some… Continue reading School’s done for the summer, and I missed your teachers. So much.
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