Meet Ziggy

As if life wasn't crazy enough, early 2012 brought with it a new kid. Meet Ziggy The Dog.

That's family for you

About three hours ago, I dropped off P at the airport from where he's going to head to yet another conference. We all went for the drop off, dog included. Yup, there's a dog now chez Muser but that's news for another post.

Five minutes after, Rain starts to cry because she's missing daddy. "Raina, we just dropped him off," I said, disbelievingly. "Yes, but I miss him! It's going to take him so long to get back home! One week!" "Hardly a week," I protested. Man will be back on Wednesday. "That's a long time, right sister?" chimed in Rohan. "A hundred million HOURS long!" agreed Miss Drama Queen.

Two hours after, we're back to discussing what Daddy must be doing now. "If he was home now, he would be on the computer or eating dinner with us," Raina said wistfully. "He must have boarded the plane now," I said.

Three hours after drop off, the kids are in bed. I think of all I can do now -- watch the movie P never wanted to see, read until bedtime, talk to those friends I never have time to call. Instead, I find myself looking at the clock. He must be near LA now, I think. And miss him so bad, I blog about him instead. What a sad bunch we are without Daddy.

You know you've spoiled your kids when...

Your 8-year-old daughter admits she doesn't know how to peel a banana.

You know your kid is growing up when...

You both are reading the same book. In this case, Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.