I am a stay at home dad with my two daughters who are a lot stronger than they look. When I'm not cooking, cleaning, dancing, reading, teaching, playing or protecting my eyes and groin, I am writing about this whole experience in all of its ridiculousness.
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It happened twice over the course of one week. Both times my wife told me that she needed to talk to me, that preface that almost never means an enjoyable conversation is to follow. Our daughters had approached her – … Continue reading
I’ve spent the last few years changing directions politically. I have always been a pretty heavy left leaner, always identifying myself as a liberal even though I rarely personally identified with the Democrats, the de facto liberal party. In my … Continue reading
With the music helping your old parents shake the sleep out of our heads, you girls dance like you’re supposed to – fully, freely, with everything. You dance like little girls who feel the rhythm completely, even if you can’t … Continue reading
It starts so simply with four little words that conjure up big images of idealized family life like in a Rockwell painting or an ad for Lipitor. “Play with us, daddy.” I have burned through many a sentence fragment whining … Continue reading
“…trading magic for fact, no trade-backs. so this is what it’s like to be an adult. If he only knew now what he knew then.” I’m Open – Pearl Jam I found some feathers out on the back porch today. … Continue reading
We stood looking through the window for quite a while. Without any words between us, we watched her move through her new environment. Her steps were still and quiet. Her eyes seemed to be devouring all that was around her. … Continue reading
Breathe. Soften your face. Relax your jaw. Stay quiet. Don’t waiver. And breathe. Sometimes I can barely remember this, let alone carry it out when I am faced with the full fury or unabashed defiance of my 3 and 4 … Continue reading
Games are fun. At least that’s the way I remember them. I loved games growing up. Checkers, Connect Four, Battleship, Chutes and Ladders, Clue. Even Monopoly and all of the frenzied, mini-capitalist tantrums that it begat. Loved ‘em. Even as … Continue reading
I carry Big Wheels. Not exactly what I envisioned fatherhood to be like, then again there isn’t much about fatherhood that you can accurately envision before it really happens. It’d be like trying to picture what college is going to … Continue reading