I win the award for worst dad in the world today. I’m home on Wednesday’s, and Gretchen is working. I woke up feeling like death on a biscuit, so I turned on PBS, plopped peanut in front of the TV, and slept on the couch all morning. I need a “world’s worst dad” coffee mug.
March 21, 2007
Wednesday at 6:42 pm
Relax. I felt like death on a biscuit for about 9 months (due to peanut #2) and plopped older peanut in front of the tube almost every day. Now that I think about it, I do remember feeling absolutely horrid about that and I recruited various friends to come play with him out in the back yard from time to time.
One day of PBS shall not rot your daughter’s brain. She’ll probably just learn her ABC’s sooner.
March 21, 2007
Wednesday at 7:40 pm
If she can still get into Stanford, I say you’re okay.
So, what was the letter of the day, anyway?
‘Hope you feel better!
March 22, 2007
Thursday at 8:54 am
Honestly, I think those “World’s best/#1 Dad/Mom/Grandma” mugs are tewtelly lame anyway.
Cerise
March 23, 2007
Friday at 8:08 am
Found the perfect mug for ya. :)
March 23, 2007
Friday at 8:42 am
Ta-DAAAAA!
Nice going, Kevan.
Cerise