Stuff My Kids Say IX

Godzilla: "Dad, I've been trying to be like you all year! And I finally did it!"

I should be proud that my boy wants to be like me, but this declaration was not over something to be proud of.

I let my childhood affect my parenting...

Oh the Horror! The Carnage! The Vomit!

Parenting begins and ends with vomit.




Let me start again:


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I love my children, and they love me. But I love them a whole lot more.

How do I know, you ask? Well, for starters, they have never let me puke on them. Not once!

Unscheduled Sleep Positions VII

Corn on the cob

Ty Cobb

Thai Food

Tie your shoes

You snooze you lose

Win, Lose or Draw

Draw, Drew

Dr. Drew

Drew Brees

A Time for Mistletoe and Holly

No matter how far behind the 8-ball we seem to get this Christmas season, I just can't shake this good feeling. Perhaps it's the magic of Christmas, or maybe it's the delirium from lack of sleep with a newborn around, but I am thrilled about this holiday.

The Waiting Game

As my wife is wheeled away, I am left to pace.

And worry.

Everything will be OK. After all, I've been here before. Twice. But that knowledge still doesn't make it any easier.

This singular experience is the most nerve-wracking one of my life. All the questions you never let yourself entertain. What if there are complications? Where would the kids go? How could I carry on? ..... The minutes drag on, feeling like hours, as I wait for word that I can see her again. I don't want to miss this. I don't want there to be any trouble. I want to see my wife.

And my child.

Unscheduled Sleep Positions VII

Unfortunately, Godzilla is curled up sick here. However, the eye mask, snake, bear, blanket combo is normal cuddle material for him.

You know this feeling. The one where your body is so sore that just the thought of taking another step seems like more than you can handle. When you know it's either pass out in bed, or like Godzilla here, fall down wherever you happen to be. This is my litmus test for how sick a kid is. 

Stuff My Wife Says V

"I don't want to kiss you."


This is a little deceiving, Kate likes kissing me. Its just during November that she frowns over the idea of it.

But if we're OK, and she still likes me 11 months of the year, what's so special about November that she would have such strong feelings against kissing? Well, I'm glad you asked. November is the one month of the year that I grow a mustache. It's not a good mustache. She would probably tell you it's actually kind of sad. But I do it every November, and have for the last three years. She puts up with it though, for these four weeks every year, because its for a good cause.