“Hey Dad, we’ll wait for you.”
I am making my comeback as a runner, and my three children are taking it with a fair amount of amusement.
Or as amusement.
I’ve been out of running shape for years, bar a brief attempt to keep pace with a few running friends a year ago. I once could run long and fast, finishing a marathon in my 20s and winning a two-mile race in university.
Now it’s time for my comeback at the age of 46. [continue reading…]
“Yeah, I got bored and so I slapped a glove on my head.”
We went away for the winter holidays to the beach on the coast of Argentina, but it took us an entire week to reach the sand.
We spent that first week of the two-week holiday in our house in a forest of pine trees about 10 blocks from the ocean. We cleaned the house after a two-month absence and stayed indoors as storms blew in and rain fell on and off.
Our big worry?
Bored kids.
How can parents keep three young children entertained while staying put in one spot for an entire week? [continue reading…]
“Dad, you’ve got to be firm!”
My son came up to me and said, “I’m hungry,” and proceeded to rub his belly and give me a look of famished on the verge of fainting.
I get these acts daily from the nine-year-old with his piggish appetite.
But before I could brush him aside by saying that dinner will be ready soon, his six-year-old sister beat me to the punch.
“You’re always saying that,” she told her brother, “and one day you’re going to eat us out of the house.”
My son’s face dropped. [continue reading…]