Simple Distractions

IncreiMom and I like to treat Boy Wonder to the fine dining experiences of Red Robin, IHOP, and occasionally Arby's. It's really a great deal. He shares off of my plate, which cuts calories for me. Then I burn off whatever I am able to shovel in my mouth (inside ten seconds) by chasing him around the restaurant after he declares "All done!". I don’t even feel guilty because it's dinner and a…
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Three Types of T.V. Dad Stereotypes

What's up with TV Dad stereotype? I see a lot of t.v. shows and movies where the main character's father is usually out of the picture, pays no attention to his kids, or he's completely oblivious. Then something in the plot happens and he's forced to turn into one of the three following types of dad: Action Dad This guy punches and kicks his way through movies like "Taken", "The Incredibles",…
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Fascination With Facetime

Boy Wonder will definitely grow up being better equipped to handle long distance relationships than I ever could. Why? FaceTime. Take it from someone who's lived on the other side of the country, away from his family for a long time, FaceTime rules. I'll bet that most of you grew up in the Stone Age. I'm talking about those Flintstone days, where we actually had to pick up the phone and dial up…
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A Guest Post from Our Friends @ Twinstuff.com

A twin pregnancy not only changes the life of the Mom but also the Dad. It is different from a singleton pregnancy in so many ways and in so many aspects. This is why it is important for both parents to know what to expect when expecting twins, especially for the first time. At the outset, you have to know that there will be physical, emotional, and financial challenges throughout the journey. Of…
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Radio Towers

Boy Wonder has shown me so many big emotions on his tiny face. I've seen him at his happiest, his loudest, silliest, crankiest, and even his hungriest. That last one is my favorite because at each and every feeding he makes this gasping sound, like a man drinking water for the first time after emerging from the desert. I swear we feed him regularly. But for my kid, each time sounds like the first…
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The Duchess Of Nausea – a guest post by Bex

Nothing could have prepared me for the shock of finding out I was pregnant. I mean, there were signs but I was too busy working a full time job and planning the wedding of my dreams to notice them. At first, it felt more like the flu. Then one morning, as I was getting ready for work, I knew something was different about my body. No there was no baby bump staring back at me in the mirror, at…
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Spittle’s On The Other Shirt

For people without kids, parenting is weird. When I didn't have a kid, I didn't get it either. I didn't know the joy of setting the little one down for a thirty minute (or second) nap. I didn't rejoice in a quiet trip to the grocery store. I never felt like people were constantly watching me either. Recently, I offered to watch Luke while Bex went out to have some time to herself. I've heard…
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A Critical Analysis Of Children’s Literature

The other day, I mentioned that I like to spice up whatever story du jour that I'm reading to Luke. It's not that the stories I read him aren't good, but they aren't spectacular either. Every parent has their favourite kids book too. You'll hear it if I talk about Dr. Seuss. It's not that Seuss is really that great, more like most books written for kids are just that bad. I've composed text…
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Three Things I Should Stop Doing, Now That I’m A Dad

Bad habbits. Everyone has them. Few people own up to them. Believe it or not, I even have a few of my own. My grannie grannie used to tell me that I'd argue with Jesus. I would always disagree with her, crying "No I wouldn't.". Thus proving her point. I have also been known to pass gas in the supermarket and blame it on the nearest kid. Really, he had it coming. He was staring me down for the…
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From Rut to What Did I do?

Back in 2016, I found myself in a rut, wondering when life was going to get going again. At the ripe old age of 28, I was washed up, hit my peak, no where to go. I found myself in the middle of a quarter-life crisis, wondering what I had to show for it. My day was routine. Get up. Go to work. Come home. Eat. Sleep. Do it all over again. I knew I needed to make a change. Something had to happen…
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