Where’s your nose?

As parents I find that we tend to look down on our childless friends; the single buddy or the newly married couple. We assume that they have no idea how to help with the children and make comments to then like: “You’ll understand when you have kids.”

But the other day I was the one who was shocked by three family members, who don’t have kids and who were able to deal with a situation better than I was. We were at a family BBQ and Livey was eating her supper. She wasn’t in the best mood this afternoon after not having napped and being at a family event where there were more faces that she wasn’t used to seeing, she was feeling very shy. So she’s eating her supper and she bites her tongue. When a child has this kind of ‘injury’ there is nothing you can do and it can be very frustrating to parents because they become the biggest actors in the world and it is like their arm has been cut off. Yes we all know it hurts, but it will get better! I was trying to console her but I kept focusing on the tongue and telling her it was going to be okay.

Right away my sister-in-law and Livey’s uncle asked Livey where her nose went. They made a big deal about how her nose disappeared and where did she leave it. She laughed and got so focused on the joke the whole problem about the tongue bite was gone. I was completely impressed by this idea and went out of my way to let these other adults know how much it helped. Such a small like joke, but it helped avoid a huge disaster with Livey!


Too many stuffed animals

So Livey sleeps with about 10 stuffed animals in her bed. I’ve tried to slowly remove them and for a while it worked, but eventually she brings a few more to bed each night and ends up with 9 or 10 again. Now she’s started to bring them down with her in the morning when she wakes up. It started with 1 or 2 but this morning she was having a little trouble opening her door and called out for help.


I think it’s getting a little out of hand…. 🙂

Rough Morning

This morning Livey woke up, as we say in our house, on the wrong side of the crib.

I was busy trying to put Brella back to sleep, so the rest of us could start our morning, and all that Livey wanted was Daddy. Mom went into her room to get her, but she was not having it. (If she had all her words, I’m sure this is what she would say) “Where is daddy, I was crying for daddy and he didn’t come in… this is unacceptable”. So Livey had a meltdown in her crib still waiting for daddy. The issue with Livey when she has any kind of a meltdown is she has no volume control and can be so loud!

I finally went in to get her and got her to calm down. She only wanted to get dressed on ‘mommy & daddy’s’ bed, so we went there (even though we never get dressed there in the morning). Once dressed, Mom was going to tie her hair, but she wasn’t having it. She lied down in mom’s lap and had another meltdown, so mom took Bee and went downstairs to tie her hair, leaving her with me.

I got dressed and in trying to calm Livey down and give her a hug, she threw her head into mine and my nose started bleeding. I tossed her back onto the bed to try and deal with this new problem and my nose drips onto her shirt. Great! Now she needs a new shirt. I grab a Kleenex in one hand and block my nose and throw Livey over my shoulder, go downstairs and drop her on the couch, where she proceeds to continue her meltdown.

Mom finally got to tie her hair, but when she tried to get her coat on her, she had another meltdown and we left her on the floor at the front door sounding like fire trucks coming to a five-alarm fire, while everyone else finished getting ready.

When we finally got her calmed down, I took her hand to walk outside. I looked down at Livey and said “Are you finished now, is there going to be anymore crying?”. She looked up with puffy eyes and red cheeks and said “Yes, I’m finished.”

She didn’t say boo all the way to daycare…

(The bonus in all of this, Bee, our opinionated 4 year-old, who never wants to do what we need her to do, was an angel all morning. She even came upstairs to get Livey a shirt (to replace the bloody one) and asked me if my bloody nose was okay! You have to look at the brighter side of things sometimes I guess!)

Silly things that kids say

Here is a compilation of some of the silly and hilarious things that my kids say, I’ll keep it updated.

On Jan 29th, 2018:

Bee: We’re playing babies okay Livey?
Livey: Okay! I’ll be the mommy and you can be the mommy. Cause the daddy died…..

On Aug 18th, 2017:

Let me give this one a little context… Livey has recently changed classes at daycare, going from the stars to the ladybugs. Her educator has been telling her she’s a big girl and using her height as a measuring stick with how much of a ‘big’ girl she is becoming.

Bee was playing with little pieces of Lego and Livey was trying to get involved. Mom told her that it was for big girls and the pieces were a little too big for her and this is what she said.

Livey: …but mommy I am a big girl!
Livey: …but I can reach the shelf!
Livey: …but I’m a LADYBUG!!!!

On Aug 6th, 2017:
Bee was playing with her pretend food and putting it all in a backpack.

Dad: Wait take that brown one back out, what is it?
Bee: I dunno what this is…
Dad: It’s a chicken drumstick.

She laughed and walked away. A few seconds later she called me from across the room and said “Like this daddy?“. She was using the drumstick to hit the music toy with the drums on it!

I then tried to explain to her that a Chicken Drumstick and an actual Drumstick are not quite the same thing. She was very confused….

On Apr 4th, 2017:
(I will preface this with the fact that my kids have been obsessed with the trolls music and the Justin Timberlake song. Also Livey’s teacher had told me a story about getting stuck in the mud at daycare while playing in a puddle.)

Dad: Livey tell mommy what happened today at today
Livey: …
Dad: Tell mommy.
Livey: …
Dad: “I got…”
Livey: … I got .. that sunshine in my pocket!

( In case you missed it these are the lyrics to the song Can’t Stop the Feeling)

On Feb 20th, 2017:
Bee : (After I’ve just put a table cloth on the table before supper) “But daddy I wanted to clean off the table, Livey just blessyoued all over the table!”


Livey has made it a new habit over the past few months to take off whatever she has on when we start driving. It was kind of cute when she was taking off her shoes in the summer/fall but in full winter when the kids have hats, boots, mittens, neck warmers and whatever else will keep them warm, it can be a pain to have to redress them whenever we get to where we are going.

The other day when Livey was going somewhere with mom she thought it would be a good idea to take off her boots. She got real quiet while they were driving, which is not normal for her because she’s always got something that bugs her in the car; either she takes off her mittens and wants to put them back on but she can’t, so she starts whining, or she wants the book that is on the sear next to her but she can’t reach it, so she starts whining, or she wants daddy to GO! when I’m stopped at a red light and doesn’t understand why we aren’t moving, so she starts whining…I think you get the point.

Anyways this time she was very quiet during the drive and when mom went to take her out of the car this happened:

Mom: Oh my gosh Livey you took off your boots, and your socks this time! But where are your socks? And where are your mittens?

Livey then pulled her hands out from under her legs, threw her arms up in the air and yelled MITTENS!

She had taken her nice woolly socks and put them on her hands!

First Post – Where do we begin?

My little family started 4 years ago and we’ve gone through so much in so little time. At the end of every day my wife and I collapse on the couch and give each other this look that says “We survived another day.”

Our 3 little princesses, Bee, Livey and Brella are adorable and a handful. Bee is an outgoing, constantly moving, energetic 4 year old. Livey is an assertive, silly 2 year old, constantly hoping around like a bunny. And Brella is 5 months old, still trying to find her own space in this silly family.

My wife and I constantly find ourselves telling stories to our friends and family about all of the hilarious and ridiculous situations our kids get into so I thought that this would be a great place to put all of those stories for everyone to hear.

I am by no means an expert in the world of parenting or being a father, but in 4 years of changing diapers, dealing with tantrums and holding back proud tears, I think I’ve learned a few things and picked up a few tricks, so maybe I can pass on some of that wisdom.

I hope you enjoy the stories and would love for you to leave you own stories in the comments.