In which a common parent-child “conversation” is relayed, one which highlights the near-impossibility of achieving a base understanding when it comes to certain subjects, further solidifying a father’s status as “moron.” Or something.
In which an excerpt from my “forthcoming” common-sense, “instant-classic” parenting “book” is shared, one which highlights common flawed thinking as it pertains to being a parent AND being on time. Or something.
In which the assertion that parents have a difficult time conversing in a normal human way is briefly dispelled.
In which a poor facsimile of Hemingway-an dialogue is used to describe a common family vacation scene.
I believe that Moses was the proto-parent, put in charge of a bunch of ungrateful people. I’m convinced that he said or was tempted to say at least a few of the following statements: “Well, if all of your friends gave up their jewelry so that they could make a golden calf, would you … Continue reading Papa Moses
My parents have been keeping our dog for a while now (she loves to run, they have some land, and it's summer). This week they are also keeping my brother's dogs while they try to sell their house. It's a good ol' grand-dog sleepover. It's no secret that I'm not a huge fan of dogs, … Continue reading For the Love! (of Dogs)
I listened to a Hemingway book during our drive down to Florida, so tonight's post, which is meant to relate a fairly common parental culinary struggle, is written (in a very poor imitation) in his honor. The waves were tall and dark green. There was much foam. The flag flying above the distant estación de … Continue reading Aside – Road Trip 2018
If you're like most folks, these days, when more and more business is conducted online, you struggle with the sheer number of passwords that you're required to create and remember. If you’re like me, you often choose meaningful passwords, ones that are applicable to the current stage of life, but often even those expire, forcing … Continue reading Password Fatigue – 40by40
Went to an auction yesterday. Man, I wish I had the skills of that auctioneer! I feel like I could shut down nearly any argument my kids want to have with me. I’d make sure they couldn’t get a word in edgewise. “How many times did I tell you to pick up your socks? I … Continue reading The Auctioneer – 40by40
Let's be honest: baths for children are a terrible idea. "You know son, about 80% of your body is covered with unspeakable filth. Why don’t we spread that around and make it an even hundred?" #40by40 Related Posts: On the Walking Heart Bath Night – #4 On Bath Night – #3 On Bath Night – … Continue reading Yet Another Bath Time Post – 40by40
I haven’t attempted much poetry since college. As such, I’m not even sure that’s what this is. For what it’s worth, this came from a strangely deep and abiding emotion which washed over me at my son’s 5th birthday party. It was such a melancholy sensation seemingly linked not only the quick pace of life … Continue reading The Boy on His Birthday
With this much material, volumes can be written. It's the titles which might prove tricky.
I'm not going to lie to you fine people (And why would I? If you're reading this, even if you've stumbled upon it looking for funny GIFs of weight lifting gone wrong, or thought there might be REAL science going on here, or are a presently-unknown-to-me archenemy who is plotting some kind of stealth attack … Continue reading Playing the state fair game. Again. (A Blogging Lethargy Post)
I thought it might be fun this morning to get up and make a homemade breakfast for the kids (because, as documented before, my kids love breakfast foods). I remember my mom and grandmothers making breakfast, the smell of bacon and biscuits filling the house. In my memory, I see them in their serene, cool, … Continue reading Making “Memories”