This morning, shortly after getting dressed for school, the 6-year-old called out in distress,
“I need new pants! These ones keep following my bum!”
Turns out he had a wedgie.
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Turns out he had a wedgie.
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Tagged Family, Funny, humor, humour, kids, Rafael Nadal, wedgie
The Husband and I are huge fans of observational comedian Louis C.K.. We have to make sure the kids are well and truly asleep (due to the profanity) but we often end an evening in tears after watching a few side-splitting moments of his stand-up.
He is a divorced dad of two young daughters and I find his parenting humour can be a pressure release valve after a hard week. This old bit about playing hide and seek with a toddler once actually made me pee my pants. (Don’t watch with kids in earshot – bad word alert!)
Early in his career he was hired as a writer for Late Night with Conan O’Brien and a couple of weeks ago he made an appearance on Conan to chat with his old boss. As usual, Louis is spot on with his humour, and he was discussing an issue that is starting to rear its head in our home. Continue reading
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Tagged comedy, Conan O'Brien, Family, humor, humour, kids, Louis CK, Observational comedy, Parenting, Smartphone, The Husband, Video game

Image from Cato’s Domain
My writing group took an unplanned hiatus during the summer but got back together on Monday night. There was a lot of catching up to do. Before the night was over, my stomach hurt from laughing about moose hunting in Cape Breton, I learned some Disney vacation tips, and I got to physically hold our first published book. (Of course it’s not “our” book at all, I just want to bask in Meghan’s success for a little bit longer.)
The best part of the night, however, was when we actually talked about our writing. Continue reading
Thanks to Geoff at pretty awful things for bring it to my attention this morning. Now I can’t stop thinking about it.
He’s kinda cute in a helpless-baby-animal sort of way, but he’s also slightly hideous in a brain-carved-into-the-shape-of-a-cat sort of way. I’m feeling very conflicted.
This picture has totally got me wondering if all kitten skin is like this but they are covered with so much fur we can’t tell. It’s like they have all of their skin at birth but need to grow into it. Can you imagine if we were born this way? That would be a lot of extra skin to be carting around…
prettyawfulthings is definitely worth a follow. Geoff posts about strange and odd and pretty and awful things. Recent post have featured incredible art made from table salt, Roman nanotechnology, a sheep herding bunny, and a bicycle powered treehouse elevator. All incredibly amazing and new to me.
Please excuse me now, I’ve got to go find a furry kitten to shave.
Seriously, do you think all kittens have this much skin under their fur?
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Tagged blogging, humor, humour, Kitten, Prettyawfulthings, Social media, Sphynx cat
As usual this morning, The Husband was up very early, well before the rest of us, getting himself ready for his bike to work.
He was in the kitchen when he heard ET shout out, “Mommy… mumble, mumble, mumble… hangnail!”
He raced upstairs to quiet him down, saying, “Shhhh… It’s too early, Mommy and CJ are still sleeping.”
Still more than half-asleep himself, the 6-year-old muttered back,
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When The Husband and I were in Italy, we did a walking tour of Florence that included the major churches and museums. It was a jam-packed day with only a short break for lunch.
The tour ended with us at the Uffizi and, after being shown the “must-sees”, we still had some time before closing. Even though our feet were throbbing and our brains were mush, we decided to stick around to quickly go through the areas that weren’t part of the tour itinerary.
When I reach a certain point of extreme fatigue, I start to look like the guys in the sculpture above. I get silly. I think it’s a survival instinct that kicks in to delay the next stage of my fatigue, which is a rage that might result in me looking for a place to dispose of a body. (FYI, I would have dumped it in the Arno.) Continue reading
One of ET’s first nicknames was Destructor (said in a super-hero voice). When he could talk well enough to say, “Stop calling me that!” we did… to his face.
This weekend, ET was sent inside by his big brother to report the latest breakage (just a pair of nail clippers they were using to cut pipe-cleaners).
On his way back out, just before the door slammed shut, I heard the 8-year-old ask,
*huge sigh of disgust
I guess predictable isn’t the worst thing I could be.
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ET is going through a whiny phase. This has been ongoing for sometime but the long school days have made him tired and the whining has increased. At times it is like a dentist drill boring through my brain. This evening is one of those times.
I feel like running outside and screaming at the top of my lungs, but I’ve decided that just writing my way through it is probably the saner option. Continue reading
Back in July, I wrote about having “the talk” with CJ. As I wrote in that post we have always used the proper names for the various body parts.
Thank goodness we have. If not, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of hearing this explanation from the 6-year-old when I found pee on the bathroom floor (yet again).
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My personal philosophy is that we should just relax and chill out on the last long weekend of summer, but I’m willing to admit that the house does look better after a giant sort and toss. So I’m not too bothered by the forced labour on Labour day (I’m not even doing my fair share) but The Husband’s process is driving me batty. Continue reading