Hello and welcome. I decided to start this blog to share with my friends and family (interchangeable) the hilarious and ridiculous daily story of life in the Tarkenhaus. And also because I usually have a lot to say and not a whole lot of audience, so I figured that I'd broaden my broadcasting power.
I actually have a cute story to start: Last night I was showing Jack how to swaddle his "Baby." "Baby" is a Cabbage Patch doll that my Nana gave to Jack when he was still (mercifully) in utero. Jack was holding the swaddled Baby and poked at his eyes, complaining, "His eyes are broken!" I explained that Baby was pretend--just a doll. Jack looked at me (scorn level 3) and gasped, "He is a BABY!" (He would have covered the doll's ears if he had more of Dan's dramatic flair, but luckily this gene was somewhat checked by my rational input.)
"His eyes are broken," Jack continued, "and I need a screwdriver." I went on to explain that we don't usually fix people with screwdrivers (although I can think of some that I'd like to attempt that method on). "He needs a doctor," Jack announced, and whisked the baby from my arms as if in contempt of my dubious parenting skills.
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