Flying in an airplane with a baby for the first time isn’t as hard as they say. Unless you’re completely paranoid, overly excited and easily stressed out with a defense mechanism that involves cookies.
The Understudy and I accompanied The Wife to Orlando for a work conference. I got really excited for him to capitalize on his first flight as this would obviously advance his social maturity. He would get his wings from the pilot, I would get adoring looks from the hot flight attendants and The Wife would get looks of terror from everyone else as they prayed that they wouldn’t be sitting next to the screaming baby.
In our game planning for the day, I panicked. We have a baby, a stroller, milk in a bottle, a car seat to check and I’m overweight and will NOT be running to catch a plane. Continue reading →
In the 15 years I’ve known Pat, I’ve only caught him twerking once. That was enough.
Pat has known addiction in another area though. It’s tough to talk about, but we like to keep it out in the open. If I don’t remind him, he’ll regress and that is not acceptable from a real friend. I won’t let him go back to street corners to fulfill a needless passion. Pat. No More Cookies.
Need For Speed hits theaters on March 14, 2014. I was allowed to attend a pre-screening and provide a review for the new super blogger group, DAM Bloggers (Dad & Mom Bloggers). Little did I know that the movie would ultimately save my marriage. Allow me to explain…
When The Wife and I met, she was 26 and I was a few… I was some… I was several years older than her. I discovered quickly that there were a few roadblocks ahead of this relationship. She didn’t really know all of The Beatles’ names. She said she did, but I’m part Sicilian and Sicilians are great liars, the best in the world, and we know a lie when we see one. Continue reading →
On my honeymoon in Hawaii (humble brag) I bought a wood post card and didn’t believe that it could be mailed with regular postage. I was wrong. I knew I had to make my own some day. I mean, who doesn’t want to receive a wooden postcard in the mail?
Be warned, there are restrictions on what the post office will allow you to send. I have done the troubleshooting for you, so all you have to do is follow the rules. As long as you follow these rules, you can mail a piece of wood at regular postage rate plus a “non-machinable surcharge.” It’s all less than a dollar!
The National AT-Home Dad Network will be hosting it’s 19th at-home dad convention on September 19-20, 2014 in Downtown Denver, CO.
The convention is the 2nd longest-running fatherhood event in the country and still proudly organized by dads for dads. The AHDN (At-Home Dad Network) has tons of information on their website and on Facebook about the event. We are including links and explanations below and encourage anyone that is interested in going to contact us or the AHDN with any questions. We hope to see you there!
There is a scholarship fund to help stay-at-home dads who would like to attend the Annual At-Home Dads Convention but cannot because of financial reasons.
If you have any questions about the convention, please feel free to reach out to us or the AHDN. We may not be experts, but we know who to direct questions to and we’re more than happy to help. We really hope to see you there. And if you know a stay-at-home dad, please share this info with them as well.
Taking care of my house sans distraction is annoying. Taking care of my house with two and four year-old boys is like carrying sand in a sieve. A day does not go by without touching some unexpected goo and saying, “Did I get my finger in that?” knowing full-well that I did.
I keep cleaning up after them expecting a different result. My wife works to support our family, so I shoulder the majority of the load when it comes to cleaning. It’s a thankless job, but between their naptimes and employing feather dusters like chairs on a tamed lion, I get the job done.
I gave up on my set list of chores two years ago when I realized that it sucked. Now I go by, “Well, that’s sticky…I should clean that soon.” I would even go as far as to say that I keep a fairly alright home, so it was a bit shocking when I finished cleaning and the next day there was a smell. I would say I was surprised, but I have children. Continue reading →
Being a stay-at-home dad has many perks. There is one perk that I have been trying to take advantage of for a very long time.
My son just turned one and is very close to speaking his first word beyond “woof.” Even though he associates “Woof” with the dog, it is a sound, not a word, so it doesn’t count. I have spent countless weeks, days, hours, minutes trying to teach my son to make “Dada” his very first word. All is fair in love and war, and you can bet that if my wife was the one staying-at-home she’d be teaching him to say, “Mama.” This is my house (during the day), I get to make the rules. Those are the perks.
My only problem is that no matter what I do, it seems that we are getting closer and closer to this…
I have resorted to reading books to him using “Dada” as every word. I have entire conversations with him utilizing different inflections and tonality of “Dada.” I do an awesome rendition of Hey Jude using… you get the point.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have some more practicing to do.