Tag: raising kids

Standing on the sidelines

This time of year, it’s hard to turn around without bumping into a college football bowl game. That’s fine by me. I love football. As I’ve told some friends, if they ever start broadcasting Russian peewee football, I’ll probably watch part of it. So it was a lot of fun a few weeks ago when I was…

The quiet of Christmas eve

It’s quiet now. The shopping is long done. Well, in my case, “long” means a few hours, but it’s done nevertheless. The presents are wrapped. My son and I spent time making Christmas cookies for ourselves, and a few to leave as a snack for Santa. Everything is ready for Christmas. Everything except one thing…

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…

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…

Soup and cool weather

I love fall. And this year has been especially nice. (Well, especially nice after the temperature finally dropped below 90 on a regular basis). Cooler weather means many things. It means it’s time to break out some of the warm-weather clothes like sweatshirts and jackets, and, for me, long shorts. I love the sights and…

The burger quest orders a pizza

I love searching for the Best Cheeseburger in the World. But sometimes that quest takes a turn into a pizza parlor. And one of my favorites is Main Street Pizza in El Dorado. That’s where my son and I went recently for his birthday. It’s one of his favorite places too. They cook their pizzas…

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…

10 years old . . . in the blink of an eye

Today is my son’s 10th birthday. And it’s really hard to believe. Yesterday was his last day in single digits. He told me that no fewer than 283 times over the past week. Today, he moves into double digits. And as my son told me yesterday, “Ten years . . . where did the time go?”…