On Mongrels

Me: Come on my little Mongrels
Sedryn: I am not a Mongrel.
Aeralind: No, he is a Mon-Boy.

When Pink Attacks

This is what happens when you have members of pink in your house. They make horrid changes to poor, defenseless animals. Take this giraffe for example.

He was happily enjoying life in our house until the girls viciously attacked him with a pink tutu. He was then left for the poor boy to play with. We must remove his tutu to make him a much happier giraffe.

Crazy speak

Having children means that sometimes we say things we never thought we would say. Such as below:

Sedryn: Daddy, there are bananas in there.
Me: We do not put fruit in our binoculars.

A horrid occurrence

While team blue was slaving away at work team Pink snuck out and did something truly awful. With no input from the superior side, they purchased some atrociously colored sleeping bags. Not only are the pink but they also promote the pink culture through Hello Kitty.

It is a good thing that the tent is blue else the camping trips would be a miserable ordeal.

A picture of the offending items are below.

On the meaning of names

Last night we had a discussion with our kids on what their names meant.

Me: Aeralind, do you know what your name means?
Aeralind: No
Me: It means hymn. Bronwyn, do you know what your name means?
Bronwyn: No
Me: It means enduring. Sedryn, do you know what your name means?
Sedryn: Cookie Store
After we all stopped laughing.
Me: It means faithful.

How to eat

Me: Sedryn, we don't put our food in your water.
Wifey: He is pre-digesting his food. Kind of smart.

On Marriage

Overheard the following conversation between our three kids:

Bronwyn: We (meaning her and Aeralind) are going to marry Sedryn
Sedryn: uhh.......
Aeralind: No, there is only one of him. We are marrying Ben and Jay
Bronwyn: No, we will marry Sedryn
Aeralind: Ben and Jay!!!!!

Un-Happy Valentines Day

In the spirit of this post here I have thought I would write a new post concerning on the day that will shortly be upon us. It seems that every year us men are incessantly reminded that if we want to be a good person we must buy our significant other something special. But not any old special item, it has to be valued in the hundreds of dollars to even be considered. The other pitfall is that if the "special item" does not meet some unknown criteria then the gift is a "failrure" and the man must make another attempt. All the while he must suffer the disappointment from his significant other, which can range from silence to outright hostility. What to do you think caused the Tunguska Event. Undoubtedly it was caused by an irate women who most definitely did not appreciate her husbands gift. Unfortunately, I fear that that the bits of him were left all over the Siberian plains.

For those of you who wish to avoid the fate of that unfortunate man may I offer some timely suggestions.

1. Spontaneously give your spouse gifts throughout the year that are unexpected and appreciated. This isn't one or the other.
2. Don't suddenly stop with Valentines Day. Slowly work your way into it through the years. Talk with her as well, or else you maybe the second Tunguska Event. 
3. Remember the real story behind St. Valentine, the person this holiday is named after.