Tag: daddy

  • Pedal to the Sea—Part Three

    The trailer of despair

    Note: This is, as you can read from the title, part three in a series.  If you’re just joining us, may I suggest that you go back and read parts one and two?

    The unendurable teaches you endurance—or leaves you broken and weeping by the side of the road.

    So, I forgot to replace the tubes on the trailer. (more…)

  • I’m Trying to Sleep, Here

     

    What does my family have against sleep, anyway?

    One of the many great things about homeschooling is that there is some flexibility in your schedule.  The kids don’t have to get dragged out of bed at 0-Dark-Thirty to make it to school on time, so it’s OK to stay up a little later on occasion, and simply sleep in a bit.   This is a tremendous blessing for everyone in the house except the guy who does have to get out of bed at 0-Dark-Thirty to get to work on time. (more…)

  • Dad(dy)’s Girl

    She weighed 3lbs. 13ozs.  Do you know how small that is?  I could hold her whole body in the palm of my hand; she held my whole heart in the palm of hers. (more…)