Tidy Husband

Eligible for the seniors discount and the Happy Meal deal at the same time.

  1. The Lego Age

    We hit a new milestone yesterday.

    blue and yellow plastic blocks

    Photo by Glen Carrie on Unsplash

    The child is now assembling LEGO. ON HER OWN

    The last part about her doing it on her own is important because that means I don’t have to.

    I never understood the LEGO. Back in the day, we just had the multi-color squares that you made a big bar out of and tried to hit your sister with it. Maybe if you were really lucky one of your buddies would have some wheels and you could make a “car” - if you dared to call it that.

    Then your Dad stepped on a piece one day and then from that day on you didn’t have any LEGO.

    I still have nightmares.

    Times have changed. Now LEGO comes in a set like a recipe or a just add water pancake mix. It even comes with instructions! Instructions, people.

    I think it would be a lot more fun if it just came with the picture on the box and that’s it - here’s 1000 pieces and a dream - go!

    In the adult world, this is called IKEA. There’s instructions but they’re pretty useless so good luck with that LARGO arm chair with just 3 legs.

    So now we have a LEGO-er. She ripped open the bags and started to spread the pieces on table but I impressed the importance of keeping the little parts together - especially with this stuff - because if you lose just one part you are screwed.

    This morning she got up early in part to continue working on her Lego and then tonight she showed me the finished product so we’re on this hardcore here. It this lego-ing keeps up I will happily be uber-ing more to pay for it because this is a lot better than a weekend of YouTube Kids.

    I do have a problem with the new and improved LEGO. Aside from the instructions - what the heck are you supposed to do with it when you have assembled it? I never figured that out. I guess if you’re a collector you put it on a shelf and invest in some dusters?

    Maybe the point of lego is the puzzle and getting it done. It’s the trip, not the destination perhaps? Bragging rights? You’ve got me.

    Personally, I don’t get the appeal but she does and it keeps her happy and entertained on a school night (and morning!) and in my book we’re calling that a win.

    Until Next Time,

    TH and Co.

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  2. Batteries Not Included

    “Hey Dad!”.

    assorted color disposable lighter lot

    Photo by John Cameron on Unsplash

    This is the second night in a row the child has come back to me with big, big problems:

    She’s out of power.

    Last night she came down with a little led string light about 12 inches that she found - I don’t know where - and announced she needed batteries for it.

    Back in the day the batteries I need were:

    9 volts - for that old AM/FM radio you kept on stealing from your old man.
    AA - because that’s what the walkmans needed.
    D - for the boombox. “Portable” Music 1

    Now? button batteries. All the toys come needing button batteries. It seems the power requirements for toys have come down since back in the day and now they run on these little things that the dog keeps mistaking for dog treats.

    Anyway, this little string light - it needed some AR13 batteries. But, I I am getting ahead of myself - first let me tell you how freaking small the text is on a small battery the size of the top of the child’s pinkie. Even my one good eye let me down. I was about to go find my magnifying glass when the child took over: “Dad, it says AR13”.

    Okay then. I pulled out all the little batteries and at first I didn’t think we had any but lo and behold I found some. You would think that we won the lottery.

    It took me about 10 minutes to wrestle 3 tiny batteries that are supposed to contact each other and somehow stay between 2 springs without the middle one popping out and having us play “where did it go?” for much longer than I would have liked.

    It popped, we played, I may have said bad words.

    There. string light working, and the child bounced upstairs to decorate her nest made of blankets and squishmallows and unicorn dust 2 under her desk in the room.

    I didn’t see her for the rest of the night.

    Until Next Time,

    TH and Co.

    1. for about an hour - and then you were out the six bucks or so because you filled this monster with 18 D sized batteries. ↩

    2. and dog hair - always the dog hair. ↩

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  3. No Cavities

    As soon as we got out of the car she grabbed my hand as we walked across the parking lot to the dentist’s office. She was nervous.

    watching the little girl next to her getting her teeth cleaned.

    It’s better now, this dentist thing.

    She used to be frightened so bad when we went. She would curl up into a ball like one of those little bugs that when you touch them they do the same thing and there was protesting and screaming and it was bad. Muoy bad.

    Today was better. She was a little wiggly because it’s a dentist and who likes going to the dentist?

    Anybody? Nobody?

    But afterwards when it was done she was talking the ear off the dental hygienist as she grabbed her goodie bag and inspected the stickers and pink toothbrush inside.

    She told the dentist that she didn’t need a toothbrush because she had an autobrush and toothbrushes are so “back in the day”.

    We don’t need a toothbrush - we have the autobrush!

    She brushed FOUR times today not including the cleaning. FOUR!!

    Autobrush for the win.

    Keep Smiling,

    TH and Co.

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  4. The Technology in the Modern Day is Awesome

    We’ve had a problem for some time now. It comes in the form of tooth brushing.

    white, blue, and green toothbrush with blue toothpaste

    Photo by William Warby on Unsplash

    Or lack thereof.

    Actually, that’s not fair. She will brush her teeth - just not well. If you could time it, it would be milliseconds.

    So, we got her an autobrush.

    A what?

    A fancy toothbrush, and so far it’s a big hit here. It’s so big she made a shrine for it:

    This thing has lights and plays music and probably the best part is that she loves it so we don’t care what it costs because somethings are just priceless, and to me that’s her smile.

    This brush sings and vibrates and brushes all the teeth for more - much more - time that she had been brushing before so this is all good news.

    Had we known this was an actual thing we would have bought one long ago.

    Autobrush. Who knew?

    Until Next Time,

    TH and Co.

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  5. Y is for Yoga

    I walked into the house after a hard afternoon ubering around town. I open the door and I am immediately greeted with this:

    This.

    I came home to the above.

    “We’re doing Yoga!” BW declares.

    I never would have guessed.

    They had the Toni Box from the child’s bedroom and they were yoga-ing along to Yoga with Sara the Llama

    Every day I wonder what I am going to write about and then you open the door and the story is right there in front of you - it’s doing yoga with a Llama.

    This is why I love living here.:)

    Until Next Time,

    TH and Co.

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