SuburbanDaddy

Kids are always complaining that there are too many rules to follow.  No running in the house.  No fighting with your brother.  No putting your fingers up your nose.
As I picked up the Things at daycare one day, I realized there are an awful lot of rules that I have to follow, too.
Rule #1: Bring [...]

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I probably should not be telling this story. There are some things we are better off not knowing. I don’t need to know how hotdogs are made. They just taste so good. And I don’t want to hear about what happens in restaurant kitchens. I just want to enjoy a [...]

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In a recent post, I tried to convey a typical conversation with Thing 2 while driving home from preschool. As promised, I put the daddy cam in my car one day, so you can see first hand.
It’s actually surprising how well the video came out, considering I was holding the camera with one and [...]

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What would a first birthday be without the “first cake” ritual? In this case it was a cupcake, but the end result is the same.
Happy Birthday Thing 3!

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Thing 3 got a birthday present in the mail. It was a fairly large sized box, and the Things were very, very excited. And very eager to “help” their one year old brother play with his new toy.
This isn’t like Christmas, where each Thing has their own presents to keep them occupied. [...]

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Each day I pick up the Things at preschool/daycare and the ride home is no more than 15 minutes, but the conversations are priceless. Thing 2 is very excited to tell me about his day. Any random thought that pops into his head is expressed.
Every sentence starts the same way with “Daddy. [...]

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Thing 1 plays on a soccer team. At this age, it’s more of an organized play time than an actual soccer game. But he really enjoys it. I’m sure it’s a hint of what my life will become in a few years as all three kids get into it.
Each week, it is [...]

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Everyone has their own God given talents. Unique skills which separate them from the pack. Sometimes the talent is, indeed, a gift. Playing the piano is a gift. Hitting a golf ball 300 yards is a gift. But sometimes, the “gift” is not something we want to have. In [...]

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