Erin is turning two years old next month. Now she can enter the Terrible Twos. I’m looking forward to comparing the Terrible Twos with the Whiny One-and-a-Halfs, the Tantrumy Twenty-Month-Olds, and the No-No-No-Nineteen-Month-Olds. Erin’s second birthday will be both more and less outlandish than her first. Her first, the actual day, was spent at Disneyland….
Author: Backpacking Dad
Academic Success
I don’t know what the secret is. But I may be the only person in history to write his dissertation the night before it is due. I seem to be constitutionally incapable of starting a paper early. I’d rather Erin not use her father as a model for success in school. Study hard. (Do not…
I Still Have A Sense of Humour
While I wilily while, Erin stubbornly stubs. I think I hit my head on some low, overhanging, dark matter the other day. Erin, Erin, quite contrarian, how does your garden grow? “I no like it, garden!!!” “Ok, kid. I’ll take it away.” “Garden?? Garden?? I. Want. Garden?” “Kid, you just said you didn’t want it.”…