Where a splash & a little bit of lip crack me up

I’ll admit to having a bit of the same identity crisis as my friend Cameron, where I don’t fully know what direction to take this little blog of mine and it’s three & three-quarter readers. I can write about diet & fitness & the like until…whenever. But, well, even I’d grow tired of reading it… Continue reading Where a splash & a little bit of lip crack me up

Where I chronicle an exceptionally busy day

My alarm goes off at 5am. Yesterday, however, my day started just before 4am. Benji was outside, barking. Duffy went downstairs to bring him back in — but, after he came in, there was still noise being made, because Pip, our lovely cat, was caterwauling. Duffy came upstairs as the loud meows continued. “She’s stuck… Continue reading Where I chronicle an exceptionally busy day

Where I distract myself with my children

I am….troubled by the news out of Boston. Is that the right word? Troubled? Saddened? Shocked? Sickened? Worried? I’ll stick with troubled. Qualifying for the Boston Marathon is on the mind of any runner, no matter their level. They say you start running for individual reasons, which are far too numerous to try to list.… Continue reading Where I distract myself with my children

Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad

I’m looking at a few nights alone with the kids. While I’d never, ever, choose to be a single parent, and while I’m scared to admit it, I’m actually really looking forward to it. Daddy / kid time doesn’t happen a whole lot . . . just like I fear each of the kids has… Continue reading Where I look ahead to playing a few days as a single dad

Where I like my kids

A very wise soul once said to me “you’ll love your kids, always, but that doesn’t mean you always have to like them,” and, well, there are moments where that rings truer than it seems possible. When a kid decides to kick away and start running when I’m half-through changing their diaper, or when the… Continue reading Where I like my kids