Pucker

Everyone told me that one of the biggest kicks I would get out of having a kid was documenting their reactions to new foods. I have a tendancy to be a bit compulsive (is that possible?) and videoed every single new food that The Understudy ate. Every time the result was the same; no reaction, no funny face. Peas, avocados, sweet potatoes, zucchini… nothing.

I was certain that I would put together a greatest-hits video and be instantly famous. And every time, The Understudy looked at me as if to say, “Is that it? That all you got? Am I here to amuse you?”

Then, I decided to up my game. I got my phone ready, I convinced The Wife that he wouldn’t be harmed in the making of the video, and with a grin on my face and a hint of victory in my eyes, I gave The Understudy a lemon. A LEMON! Why didn’t I think of this before!?! Victory was sure to be mine.

Then, he ate two slices of Lemon and made the sign for more.

The Understudy: 17

Daddy: 0

Why couldn’t it have just been like this?

 

This is the face of mockery.

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The Dad Brothers Do Spring Cleaning

The Dad Brothers Do Spring CleaningApril is known for showers and when it rains, it pours. In the past week Pat and I have collectively had an immobilizing strained back muscle, a meltdown on an airplane, Mimi dislocating her shoulder, a pee catastrophe in the airplane bathroom, my stupid cat ran away, and good friends of the family lost their 26 y/o child. When it rains…

Sometimes we’ve got to clean out the cobwebs. Priorities are the base of our best existence, should we not check occasionally where they are at? It’s tough for me to turn the light on myself, but thankfully, I’ve got a Dad Brother to do that with. I guess I’m looking at spring cleaning as more than a mop this year.

There is nothing wrong with admitting your own faults. Look at Pat. He’s wrong almost all the time and I’m still friends with him. In fact, that’s why old friends are so great to keep in our lives. They see the person you have been and the person you are trying to be. They take the good. They take the bad. They take them both and there you have…the facts of life. Continue reading

Go Screw Up, Son. It’s worth it.

Good TryMy oldest son likes to hide and he’s terrible at it.

My favorite part is him holding the tiny top of the tree to his head as if it were the final brushstroke to his camouflage masterpiece.

My son may not be good at hiding, but he’s great at more things than I can say.

I hope he never quits hiding, though. I’ve found it’s better to fail and learn, than to wonder if I could have succeeded.

Go screw up, son. It’s worth it.