Behold my brand spanking new parody song. This one is my take on the terrible twos and their tantrums to the tune of epic toddler favourite Dingle Dangle Scarecrow. Enjoy, laugh, share, you know the deal. P.S. I dare you to try and stop yourself singing “du-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu” after the second and fourth versus. You couldn’t do it, could you?
Yesterday morning, armed with two hand whisks, most of the ingredients needed to make a sumptuous vanilla cake and an iPhone with a cracked screen, my son and I sat down to record the pilot episode of our cutting edge, genre redefining cooking show, “Baking with the Bubster”. Continue reading “My parenting word cloud”
Milkshakes. Milkshakes. Milkshakes. In my 20s, I associated these calcium-packed drinks with Kelis bringing all the boys to her yard. In my early 30s, I associated them with eating and drinking too much at Byron Burger. Now, I associate them with Continue reading “Dear Father Hood: is Milkshake! live any good?”
I have lots of parenting ideas. Some of them (like my robo cry descrambler) fail to make it off the drawing board. Others (like my decision to bake a cake with my son) have mixed results. And others (like my toddler pleasing table games) are 100% Grade-A top drawer Continue reading “Cheap parenting ideas #642: bringing a book to life”
Rain can do strange things to a parent. Take this afternoon, for example. Originally, I’d planned to take the bubster on the choo-choo train to London. But when the puddles became mini-lakes and the persistent drizzle reached its sixth hour, I decided it Continue reading “Dear Father Hood: is baking with a two-year-old a good idea?”