Tag: kids

Kids’ nefarious plan appears to be working

There’s a growing sense of something evil in the bowels of my house (and I won’t even scare you with what’s in my own bowels). An evil so great that it’s starting to touch the very fiber of my soul. Sadly, it’s my own kids who have hatched such an audacious plan. What are they…

Thank you, readers, for a blogging good time

This past Sunday was the six-month anniversary for my blog. What does that mean, you ask. Well, I’m really not sure. Just like I really wasn’t sure about much of anything when it came to starting a blog. You might be wondering why I started writing a blog. I’m not even sure I know the…

On being a father

For my son . . . You don’t know this, but I often watch you while you sleep. I’m always struck by the peaceful look on your face – so young and innocent. And peaceful. Very often in your sleep, you look like you don’t have any cares in the world. I’m also often struck by…

I’m not a doctor, but I did stay at a . . .

For years, I’ve been told that I should have been a doctor. This has very little to do with my intellect or compassion or even applying a simple band-aid from time to time. Nope. This observation comes solely from the fact that I have horrendous handwriting. It’s pretty awful. But that’s honestly the only thing that even…

I never knew I made such a scary Halloween costume

There are jokes, and then there are JOKES. My daughter pulled a good one on me yesterday by dressing up in the scariest Halloween costume I’ve ever seen – she dressed up as me! I should have known something was up when the kids kept asking me all week to get a fresh haircut on Thursday…

Boys will be boys

If you’re ever looking for me or my son, there’s a good chance we’re out in the front yard playing something. We play football, baseball, basketball (well, that’s actually in the driveway), and even soccer from time to time. This time of year, it’s football. Every afternoon if the weather allows, we go out and…

But is he old enough to shave?

This morning I saw something completely shocking. Something that made me question everything about my life. I came home from running this morning at 6:30. And when I opened the door, I saw my son, standing in the kitchen already dressed for school and making his own breakfast. My first thought was . . .…

My daughter’s birth . . . or mouth-watering barbecue?

Most guys will do almost anything to be present at the birth of their first child. But me? Well, I almost missed my daughter being born so that I could eat barbecue. Ok, I’ll admit, it is delicious, mouth-watering, lick-your-fingers good barbecue. But still . . . The due date for my daughter was originally…