Last night, into this morning, there were no poosplosions or episodes of diaper shrapnel. There were no exposed nails for me to step on. There were no episodes of dog puking within casa de batzer. In short, it was a pleasant evening. Well, Leila came over (of course, it was when I was in the… Continue reading Where I get all mushy about being a father
Category: Parenting
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 reflect a bit after my vacation
I had hoped to get a “Wordless Wednesday” post out yesterday – but I’m still running around a bit like a chicken with its head cut off, and this week is getting away from me. Sometime soon, though, I’ll have a post with a pictorial depiction of my week at the beach. I love each… Continue reading Where I reflect a bit after my vacation
Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
I woke up this morning thinking today was Friday. This is not uncommon, but, considering my plans for next week, it was doubly rough. See, next week, I’ll be on vacation — during those times that I’m used to sitting in a cubicle, or on a conference call, or wondering why I’m all alone in… Continue reading Where I talk about my upcoming vacation
Where I recap 4th of July happenings
I’m still torn on my thoughts about the 4th of July falling on a Wednesday. It gives you this “weekend in the middle of the week” thing that is just really, really difficult to wrap my brain around. I swear, last night, I started going through the dreaded routine that I go through on Sunday… Continue reading Where I recap 4th of July happenings
Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
There has been minimal-to-no bounceback from the weight-loss when I was sick. Therefore, I’m claiming that most of the weight-loss was more-related to my lack of alcohol than the actual sickness. There were a shit-ton of hyphens in that first bullet point. After drinking far too much over the camping weekend, I’m giving my liver… Continue reading Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping
I’m someone who never seems to be far from a computer, so you might not think that I enjoy camping . . . but I do. A lot. Being amongst nature makes me happy — you have to step back and live more simply, lead a less-complicated life, and that makes me happy1. First, there… Continue reading Where I have the bright idea to take my toddlers camping
Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
Saturday was a fine day. Duffy and I traded off watching the kids and getting yardwork done, meaning that I actually got a little bit of sun (which, I hope, will mean that I don’t burn the very instant that I get to the beach in July). There was some napping that happened. All in… Continue reading Where I realize that not all trips for ice cream are created equally
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
Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse
This weekend was the Virginia Wine Half-Marathon. I knew things were going to be difficult when my wife’s aunt died — the funeral, you see, was at 11. The half-marathon was two hours away. The half-marathon started at 7. In other words, I needed to run a course that I didn’t know in two hours,… Continue reading Where my first DNF turns to far, far worse