“Just like Daddy!” That’s something I hear a lot of. Every now and then, I’ll remark to Wolf that apparently, my role in our children had nothing to do with actual genetic material, he’s able to basically clone himself, and … Continue reading
I swear, things like adventures in duct tape could only happen at the Non Stepford home. It all started innocently enough. Wolf and I, on our ‘Date Night’ (aka massive grocery shopping trip of the month) stopped in at the … Continue reading
“You want to what?!” I asked Wolf in horror. Apparently, my husband hates me. Or wants a divorce. Or has a death wish. Or all of the above.
Every now and then, one of my kids tries to pull a fast one. This morning, it was shower scheming. Tazzie was sent to have a bath, or shower. His choice. … Continue reading
As we’re all aware, The Non Stepford home is far, far, FAR from normal. Take the following two scenes: Scene One … Continue reading