I watch. He is curled up on his side on the breakfast bench. Occasionally he shifts uttering a dramatic “ouch.” Eyes closed with breakfast and juice untouched on the table. He is dressed for school. I consider, should he go? He doesn’t want to. Time to ask where he feels unwell. I brace with… Continue reading Fail
I hear bickering. I hear: 7 year old: “Oh yeah, you’re a vagina king!” 4 year old: “Smell my butt!” Now, had these boys been about 10 years older I am sure I would have died from shock. However, my alarmed brain realized that they were selecting random word combinations for maximum impact. So, “vagina… Continue reading Your Guess is as Good as Mine
“That’s great that you put your shirt on, but your ass will be cold on the way to school if you don’t put on your underwear and pants” (Letter T 2017 A-Z). He comes flying into the room wearing only his pajama shirt and carrying the days clothing. A devilish smirk is plastered on his… Continue reading Mental Eye Roll
Do you encourage your children to believe in mystery and magic? Perhaps you believe in it yourself. I have a great love for doors that open to secret worlds and as such I try to encourage my boy’s imaginations to open up worlds of their own. Whether it’s dragons, fairies, unicorns, Santa or the Easter… Continue reading Imaginative History
“I want to be an artist,” the excited voice chirps. I look down at the earnest face smeared with splotched colour: yellow, blue, and red. “These are primary colour,” the voice tells me and I am not sure whether he is indicating the paper or his face. “I want to be an artist,” he reminds… Continue reading Eager Artist
Raising Boys: The Penis Chronicles presents “Holes in Walls” I didn’t actually see it happen, but my head snapped in his direction when he made the sound. I was aware of some kind of bizarre movement and there was a soft cracking noise. Directly proceeding this there was a crying-howl, like a hideous… Continue reading Holes in Walls
With the utmost love I refer to my youngest son as a demon sent straight from hell to torment me. With that in mind, I can’t afford to be one of those parents who suffers with shame when my child does the unthinkable because I would be continuously ricocheting off the walls of those long… Continue reading Warning!