You can count to one-hundred . . . though sometimes you get tripped up somewhere between 13 & 17. And you’re right, it should be “tenty-one, tenty-two, tenty-three, tenty-four, tenty-five, tenty-six, tenty-seven, tenty-eight, tenty-nine.” Alas, the English language has a whole bunch of stuff that will never make sense to anyone. I’m not sure if… Continue reading Where I look back over your last year
Category: Parenting
Where nostalgia leads to ice cream and apples and childhood memories
There is something about this time of the year, and I just love it. The air is getting colder, but it’s not yet “cold.” Many a morning, I’ll find myself wanting to lie in the bed, blankets curled tight around me, living in that area between “asleep” and “dozing,” as a cool, crisp breeze comes… Continue reading Where nostalgia leads to ice cream and apples and childhood memories
Where I’m a bit random on a Friday
Work has been especially odd lately . . . I’m blaming myself for most of the bad stuff — basically, someone will come to me & ask “how long would it take to build a web app which can do this or that,” and I’ll give an answer. My problem is that, while I always… Continue reading Where I’m a bit random on a Friday
Where, for better or for worse, my kids mimic me
I can still remember the night. I was in bed, watching TV with the whole family, drinking a glass of wine. With the wine in my hand, I got up out of bed and one of the dogs decided that, just then, was the right time to hop off of the bed. To not step… Continue reading Where, for better or for worse, my kids mimic me
Where I pontificate global standards of “not belonging”
I was chatting with someone the other day about children & “how they fit in.” While my son is no longer a preschooler1, during every preschool parent/teacher meeting, while there may have been some things that we needed to focus on at home, the predominant news I received was “your kids are kind, and are… Continue reading Where I pontificate global standards of “not belonging”
Where I kind of like going to the dentist
I’m aware that I’m in the minority here, but I actually enjoy going to the dentist. Don’t get me wrong, when there is shit that needs to be done in my mouth, it’s no fun at all (and I’ve had fillings, filling replacements, a crown, and two crown replacements — all of which have sucked).… Continue reading Where I kind of like going to the dentist
Where I list the A,B,C’s of Daddy Runs a Lot
Age 37 Biggest Fear Forgetting my priorities — I tend to invest myself into whatever I happen to be doing . . . sometimes, that “thing” I’m doing? Is entirely unimportant. And if I becomes all encompassing, well, important shit gets lost. I’m constantly telling myself to step back & look at what I’m focusing… Continue reading Where I list the A,B,C’s of Daddy Runs a Lot
Where I ruminate on being sick
Those of you who know me know that I push myself pretty hard — when I’m at work, I work hard. When work out, I workout hard. When I’m not working out or at work, I rehearse/perform hard. I am my own toughest critic, and I demand a LOT of out myself. With the latest… Continue reading Where I ruminate on being sick
Where bullet points quell the silence
We just had my daughter’s fifth birthday party (her actual birthday is this coming weekend, but we held the party when we could maximize attendance). I’m still coming to grips with the fact that I have two five year olds. There are two human beings, of whom I am fully responsible. And they’re both five… Continue reading Where bullet points quell the silence
Where random happens
Just a big ‘ol pile of random today: Yesterday was the last day of preschool for CJ. I am the father of a kindergartner. I’m having issues with this reality. If you’re one of the three & a half regular readers, you’ll know that I take karate with CJ. Often, there are too many of… Continue reading Where random happens