Loving Luchadores

Can you wrestle, Daddy?  Similar to just about every other aspect of their lives, I need to differentiate (alert educator’s term) when being pummeled by my daughters on our king size bed. My oldest can actually push me over if she gets a running start and I am not braced on all fours. I haveContinueContinue reading “Loving Luchadores”

Banged-up Fingers

About every other Saturday, I back the car out of the garage to make space for my girls (just like every other room in our house) to play ‘construction’. We have buckets of wires, wood pieces, shells, rocks, even some recycled trash I have found on the beach, along with basic tools such as hammers,ContinueContinue reading “Banged-up Fingers”