Kangatopia

God Bless childhood. Rest in peace, Tigger and Piglet.

My beloved father and beloved Winston:

I love public radio. Sometimes it’s a little boring, but for the most part – I love it. I especially love the Glenn Mitchell Show. This dude is darn charismatic, and he hosts a groovy call in talk show on a diverse range of topics. A lot of times the content [...]

Now, that I’ve told that story about the mornings adventures with Monkey, maybe you’re asking: what about Bear? What about Winston?
Well? What about them? They’re really fucking cute, is what. Bear is in a new day care program which is costing loads and loads of money. Just to keep [...]

Today, I’m busy. I have a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to mess around. So, when I felt the urge to pee, I chose to finish what I was working on and not go to the bathroom. Can you guess what happened?
Of course, you can. [...]

Here’s the deal. I’m beginning to think that I am really crappy at the power struggles, but I also sometimes pat myself on the back when I win. ‘Cause that’s what it seems to be all about: winning. Monkey will be 4 in September, which means that she should have been potty trained a while [...]

So, after the mosquitos, we drove though the Big Bend State Park and stopped in Presidio where we debated going over the border to Mexico. We decided that we had already had enough experiences with the Border Patrol, so we chickened out and made our way back to our hotel by driving through the [...]

I don’t know if I said this, but the car was okay. We drove it back to Marathon, and asked the nice people at the gas station to take a quick look before they went to church and the high school graduation – for both of which the entire town was shutting down – [...]

The other thing about writing this story is that I am going to have to do it in stops and starts. Every couple of minutes a different child arrives at my side demanding attention, fruit, swim diapers, a diaper change, fun and more attention. It gets a little frustrating and I am not [...]

This might be an odd way of doing things, that is, telling the story like this. But, I want my children to know these stories and I’m a little too cautious to write the heavily detailed stories of their lives here. More and more, the cautionary tales of the wrong people finding one’s [...]