Below you'll find all my writing tagged with the word Tibbles. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.
Friday was the last Tibble Friday. The tradition may be reinstated come next summer, but for now my weeks will be Tibbleless. This new development made me a little sad and nostalgic, at least in theory. When I think about not spending one day a week with the Tibbles I am sad. But when I [...]
Liam is hopping across the living room, laughing his head off. “The mouse is chasing the dog.” “I see that.” “The dog always beats up the cat,” he says, hopping in the other direction. “The cat beats up the mouse. What’s the dog’s name?” “Spike,” I say. “How do you know? Are you sure?” “Yes, [...]
Even though I babysit the Tibbles every Friday, I rarely get to see my nephew Cade. He’s at school by the time I get there and I leave before he gets home. Yesterday we passed briefly in the living room. He stood in front of me wrapped in his snow gear, backpack still affixed to [...]
You know the ceiling in the Supergenius HQ Great Room is like 20 feet high, don’t you? In the middle of that ceiling is a big, ol’ fan that spends most of the year covered in dust so thick the blades appear to be made out of fur. I had to dust that fucker today [...]
Somehow I managed to hurt my back. I’m not sure how I accomplished this feat being that the most strenuous thing I’ve done in the past week is watch Mad Men and chat with my friend Al, the cutest girl on Earth™. It fucking hurts. I woke up this morning to discover that half my [...]
To celebrate the last day of Aunt Jodi’s daycare (I’m going back to only having the Tibbles once a week), we had a Flugoo Carnival. Jaycie and Max organized the event complete with tickets, prizes, and games. Before the Carnival we started out by making our own Flugoos, and we followed up the Carnival with [...]
I am not sure if this compliments or conflicts with Cade’s quote, “Come on guys we don’t watch “Calliou” it’s a baby show, we only watch Rock & Roll and movies.”
Their favorite was “Black and White” but it has since been dubbed a baby video and now Zombies are the only thing worthy of their attention.
It was about 10:05 p.m. when I clicked the Add New link on my WordPress dashboard to begin composing a new post about how I took the Tibbles to the park (where I got sunburn) and watched Liam lick spilled Freezie Pop off the top of a table. There was going to be more Tibble [...]
What’s your name? Nolan: Liam the very hungry caterpillar. Liam: No, It’s Liam. My name is Liam and I’m hungry all day because I have to get strong. What’s your favorite color? Liam: Uh, blue. Because I like it. Nolan: Blue is lame. Liam: Nuhuh, red and green is lame. Liam: what are you typing? [...]
Walked in and asked for a cup of coffee Watched Pokemon while all three huddled under a green afghan Ate SuperMuffins Watched the Count & Batty Bat three times Watched Feist sing 1,2,3,4 on Seasame Stree twice Jumped on the couch shouting “I love Rock & Roll” while listening to Wilco’s Heavy Metal Drummer Gotten [...]
Nolan and I ran to Cub yesterday because I needed bagels. Everyone at Supergenius HQ was aghast when we went to make breakfast (apples, peanut butter, bagels) only to discover the bagel cupboard was bare! Instead we made monkey bread with magic monkey crystals, real monkeys (according to Liam), and 3 wishes each in the [...]
Nolan sat cross-legged on the floor (a manner of sitting my niece Jaycie calls “criss-cross apple sauce” and what was called “Indian style” when I was a kid), Lucinda, my guitar, draped across his lap. Liam sat on the other side of the guitar petting the green surface. “We’re going to play so loud, we’ll [...]
Here is what I discovered about Little Boys today. Unlike most human beings who run in the other direction when someone starts to barf, Little Boys run toward the barfer and watch the regurgitation with rapt attention. Only once the barfing has ended they start to talk about how much it stinks and how gross [...]
“That car is so cool,” Nolan said as we were venturing home from the SuperT. We had just pulled up behind a car with a bunch of bumper stickers. “No it’s not,” I said. “Why not?” “He doesn’t like Obama.” The car was owned by a very red Republican and was the first time I’d [...]
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