I'd like to approach a channel (such as TLC) and pitch the idea of parents switching places for a week.  Not Wife Swap.  Not Celebrity Wife Swap.  Not Super Nanny.  I'm talkin' Freaky Friday type stuff.  Example:  Chris stays home with kids for 5 days whilst I go to his jobsites.  Now, keep in mind I have no clue how to remodel a kitchen, so some job modifications on his end would have to happen.  On my end however, nothing would be changed; business as usual. 

To compile accurate data, cameras would be set up throughout our home, GoPros strapped to our chests and interviews would be conducted.  Perhaps then, and only then, could we do an analysis on what our days consist REALLY of.  To be honest, and I'm making a generalization, parents that work outside of the home full-time and have never been home with children do not understand fully what it is like.  (And on the flipside, I don't really know what Chris' day is like.)

Thoughts?  Am I way off on this one?

Delicacies and Rap

I discovered a new amazeballs show.  Literally, I should get royalties for finding it because its that awesome.  "That's F*cking Delicious" on the Viceland Network may be, hands down, the most well-rounded program in all the land.  Hitting all high points of a solid show, TFD tackles food, music, lifestyle and culture all wrapped up like a mouth watering piece of braciole. 

Hosted by rapper Action Bronson, this salt-of-the-earth approach to tv entices all the senses.  Additionally, Action's "crew" is more entertaining than the raps they spin (too much?).  You may also grab a little weed education on the side.  I'm not going to divulge anymore because then it wouldn't be a secret.  Bon appetit. 

In the throws of January, the gloom and rain is about to get even gloomier as we embark on a Republican presidency.  I'm very nervous about what lay ahead.  I'm not talking about wedding day nerves/excitement...... I'm talking about-to-get-expelled-from-school type nerves.  Shit your pants nerves. 

Stay classy Donald.

In brighter pastures, the Willis house has reached new heights.  Casey is potty-trained (for those that care) and our basement is almost finished.  We have now graduated from diapers to having little potties dotted around our house, as well as a new set of rooms in our house that the kids can trash.  Good times.  In our basement renovation, we included a panic room for the kids; a place where all their toys can go, balls/swords can get thrown at the walls and markers can leak without me or Chris freaking out. 

Casey, age 2, greeting our electrician

Speaking of renovations, I've revamped my typical new year resolutions to actual attainable goals.  2017 will be spent doing more strength training and stretching.  I also think dairy and my diet need to have a come-to-Jesus discussion, and by discussion I mean break up.  Lastly, my blog will not be put on the back burner.  (stay tuned for a blog facelift)

Adios 2016.  Here come the Willis'!