The Sherman Identity: Why Sportsmanship Matters

As a father, it's my job to set an example for my kids on how to behave. I take that responsibility seriously. But I am not the only example they have. We watch TV in our home. We listen to music. And yes, we watch sports. I have already begun to indoctrinate my kids into liking my teams (no thanks to other family members who have brought the White Sox in though). When we watch games, be they baseball, football or the Olympics, I talk with them about the rules, and how the participants are observing them. Why it's important to play by the rules, and the sportsmanship involved in each game.

When Life Gives You Snow, Make Ice Cream

The Polar Vortex came through town last week and we had snow. Lots of snow (12 inches on top of the 10 on the ground already). We also had freezing temperatures (-16 and wind chills in the negative 40s!) Then we had extra days off school for it. As if we weren't going crazy from two weeks off of school for Christmas break already! So, I found myself with two kids with severe cabin fever and asking myself what do I do with them! Then a little piece of my childhood came back to me. How's the saying go: "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"? Well, no lemons, but the spirit of that saying rang true with all this snow on the ground, we made snow ice cream.

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.