Meditations (or random rants and babbling? who can tell) for dads

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photo credit: Kalexanderson via photopin cc

When you watch your kids sleep, and feel a kinship Discovery Channel scientist who’s just approached a large, carnivorous just-tranquilized animal, it’s completely justified.

That uneasy feeling you get when animated TV shows come on with mature themes and innuendo humor come on with the kids in the room, that causes you to change the channel? Never lose it.

Do what you can to ensure your teenage girl’s homework-to-hair-fixin’ ratio remains around 2-to-1, at least. 3-to-1, if you have Ivy League (or private college) aspirations for her.

Even if all your kids are in sight and each is eating an ice cream cone, if you hear a scream of “daddy!” from behind you, you will turn to look. This is natural.

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Go Ask daddy About Water Sports, Chalky Hands and Gridiron Legends

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Ah, minds of wonder.

They’re always asking. Inquiring. You know, wondering.

My oldest now has an i-Pod, so perhaps her days of inquiry have ended when it comes to dad. Why ask D-A-D when you can just type in G-O-O-G-L-E?

I take note, and each time I do get the privilege of being asked to explain something in our wonderful and complex universe, I’ll do what any (blogging) father would do – I’ll say, “good question, honey. Let me research it, and I’ll blog about it. I’ll send you a link.”

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