A few hours ago, I got an email that included a nice article on how often young children need affectionate touching from their parents. It talked about needing like 12 hugs a day and how rubbing feet can be good for teens. It made me want to give warm affection […]
Will this harmonica end up in a toilet or my pants? I’ll never tell. I called on my way home from work after the first day of Owen’s blitzkrieg potty training to ask what was for dinner and got something like, “Whatever you fucking bring home or can find, ok?” […]
At 6:50 this morning, I was in Musktopia. I was frolicking on lake shores, eating shell crackers and kicking some beaver ass. A previously unnoticed beaver rose from his dam with warpaint on his face and a bow in his hand. His battle cry of “Ahgopotty Ahgopotty Ahgopotty!” was my […]
Pretty Bride called me at work Friday (something she hasn’t done in recent memory) with important news: Toddler had shat in the potty. I know, readers who aren’t parents could give a rat’s ass, but those of us who change diapers daily and look at an increasingly large belly each […]
Toddler celebrated her newly-received promotion by winning the random drawing that concludes every Muskrat family reunion to encourage staying until after the last of the Mississippi Mud has been eaten and the last of the over 80 crowd tells the last of the under 35 crowd how glad they are […]
