Getting a grip

Little Miss Thing (2.5 years old) is climbing all the most difficult obstacles at the playground, as if mocking my over-protective nature. I’ve decided that this is a good exercise in not letting my fears and assumptions limit her potential.

So I’m not telling her to stick to the easy ones, despite the gripping fear in my stomach.

To her credit, she is proving to be significantly more adept than I would have imagined. In fact, she’s a really good climber. If we live through this, it will clearly be good for both of us.


The First 100

Local cage free scrambled eggs, fresh mango, local made bread, local smoked bacon… Not a bad breakfast for Dad Weekend (the Wonderful Wife is out of town.)

Not sure the kids appreciate the quality of the food but we had fun. I let them break a house rule and say “poopy” at the table.

It was truly hilarious the first hundred times.