EPIC PLAYDATE. Those are three pretty rad words, right? EPIC. PLAY. DATE. There’s just no way that something or a collection of somethings, having had such a marquee-quality title bestowed upon it, could be sucky in the least. No. Way. I left a very cush corporate gig five years ago […]
I participated in a campaign on behalf of Dad Central Consulting for AVEENO. I received product samples and a promotional item as a thank you for participating. I haven’t shaved in years. I trim my weird beard once a week or so, more frequently during the hot months, but that […]
This post is brought to you by ConAgra Foods and The Motherhood, and I’ve been compensated for my time. However, all opinions are my own, as always. During this Hunger-Free Summer campaign over the past few weeks, I learned that my daughters’ school does not participate in a program that […]
I wanted to have Mouse’s school buds, the ones who came to her paint-yer-own-pottery party two weeks ago, over to the house for an end of school par-tay, a brief frolic in the meadow, er, backyard, to pick up their finished gnomes and glazed dragons, and to say fare-thee-well to […]
Quick, run-don’t-walk-but-don’t-trip-over-your-own-feet-ya-dunce to your local bookstore and buy your baby daddy a book that’ll make him misty-eyed from the copious amount of gut-laughter he’ll experience while reading it. *Note: this is the kind of book non-readers will like to read. I promise. Family-friendly (hehe) comedian Jim Gaffigan’s first book, Dad […]
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Nothing brings about more joy and fear in me as a father than being around children who are not my own; whether it’s the 3rd grader who boastfully packs a switchblade in his backpack or the 10-year-old girl twerking to Rihanna at the playground, signs of premature adulthood are everywhere. […]
It had to be in the fall. The year? That I know for certain: 1993. I was 17. I had graduated, barely, from my college prep high school back in the spring and was now the only one out of an 82 man graduating class not sitting in a college […]
