Finding the Perfect Valentine

Valentine’s Day is coming and you need to figure out what you are doing, where you are doing it, and who it is you need to buy a bear that “Wuvs Kisses” for. No pressure. It’s just your future and everlasting happiness at stake, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. My wife and I met on a train at 5:00 am in downtown Chicago. She was on her way to her first day of work in a new city and I was coming home from drinking. Ten years of marriage later, people ask me how I knew she was “The One.” I tell them there is no such thing as “The One.” You meet many “Ones” throughout your life and when you are in the right place and they are in the right place, you’ve got a shot. I will say this; love is the most important thing you can ever find. When you go looking for the perfect Valentine, know what you are looking for.

Don’t waste time-

A wise woman once told me about dating in the 1940’s, “If you went on three dates, you were getting married.” In my dating days, I could barely decide on a restaurant for three dates. She went on to say, “I never turned down a date. The first date was social, the second was to lay out what was important to us, and if he made it to third date I wanted to do something else with him, so we were getting married.” It may not be as simple as it was in the old days, but there is something to be learned from the past.

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Just a Dad 247- Best of 2014

This is the first year of Just a Dad 247 and we learned a couple of things; people think licking a toilet seat is funny and even my blog buddy Pat can get on the Today Show. To celebrate this first year we decided to take a look back at our five most popular posts.

#5. Pregnancy Announcement Shocks Parents– Pat and The Wife surprise their family with the announcement of their second child.

#4. Tree Bookshelf– Pat creates a Do-It-Yourself tree-bookcase for his first child. This is probably the best idea Pat has ever had.

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The Dad Brothers Make a Resolution

The Dad Brothers Make a Resolution

Resolution: an answer or solution to something.

I have never really understood why we make resolutions on New Year’s Eve. Then again, I have quit more things than I have succeeded at.

According to commercials, resolutions are the answers to our lives. If I spend less, work out more, enjoy life to the fullest, and finally organize my movie collection in order of most explosions to least, then I will truly be accomplished. Only then will I have something to put my self-worth into, which will finally make me happy. Well, at least until February when I bring a doughnut on the treadmill with me. Continue reading

Ode to a Mustache

Harrison Mustache picMy older son shed a tear last night when I told him I was going to shave my Movember mustache. I asked him why and he said, “Because it’s awesome.” There is no doubt in the moments you know you’ve succeeded as a parent.

I told him his mother disagreed with his mustache stance and he would have to talk to her about it. “Call her,” he said. I was shocked at his decisiveness and that in his 5 years of life he had picked this particular topic to take a stand on. Who am I to judge? So I dialed and he pleaded to my wife’s voice-mail to retain his father’s facial hair. It was seven minutes of tears, made up facts, a diagram, and a promise that would never fly away. It was the best argument I have ever heard.

I told him that we would take a final picture so he would have a remembrance of my mustache. I also assured him that I would frame it and put it by his bed. It seems silly to promise something like that and not go through the simple actions of taking care of myself. My health doesn’t just affect me, it affects everyone who loves and cares about me. That’s a hard truth to hear because it forces me to ask more of myself. To me, Movember is about raising that awareness so we can keep some great dads in their children’s lives.

The mustache is gone and I need to look for a frame.

Iggy the Roomba

 

ThankfulMy wife and I got a Roomba. We call her Iggy because she’s so fancy.

Sure, I could just sweep the floor in a tenth of the time. Sure, I have to clean everything off, just so my robo-hoover can clean. And sure, it could be possible that I go out of my way not to put it back on it’s charging station, just so I can watch stumble around and find it’s way home.

In my life, I have never felt as lazy as when I cheered for a robotized hockey puck. I’m questioning if I should feel accomplished or ashamed that my wife and I bet on which dust pile would meet it’s demise next. I’m leaning towards accomplished.

We quickly realized we had precious few hours of Roomba excellence before our children discovered it and the large green button on top. At 6:30 the next morning I felt two presences attempting silence outside my door. I carefully donned my glasses and watched them creep to the glowing monolith with a sense of awe. They whispered and pushed their way to the decision that it must have been put there for them. Continue reading