We survived day two. Better than that, we actually had fun. Almost no whining, no fighting, and very little sleeping. I mostly attribute all this to the many powers of ice cream in large styrofoam cups. And Oreos. And chocolate syrup.
Here’s a little footage of all that...and a movie for mom.
My next big project (Ben‘s next big project) is a new ShaunGroves.com. That will launch in October...at the latest.
I have the sitemap figured out but not the look of it. I need a graphic designer who can help me make a blog-based site not look like a blog. I hate the look of blogs in general. Sterile. Corporate. Boring. We’ll have none of that, no way, no sir.
Any takers? Any referrals?
I’m not asking for a favor - no “bro deals” will be accepted. This site is important and worth every penny. I’ll pay you for your hours and for the hardship of working with me.
Do you remember when your dad was taking care of you? The pancakes were harder and shinier and more dry-wallier than mom’s. The crust wasn’t cut off the sandwich. Bedtime came two hours early. We’re making memories like that this weekend.
Becky’s out of town until Tuesday. It’s just me and the three little people. It’s only the littlest one I’m worried about though. She’s three. And a little screamish and antichristlike for the next twelve months or so. Luckily, I’m a soft rock star. I know all about tantrums. And I’m not afraid to throw one if I don’t get my way.
Our motherless Mother’s Day weekend continues.
