Oprah’s Got Nothing On Me

I feel a lot like Oprah this week. And the movers get a thousand dollars! The auto-hauler gets a thousand dollars! Whoops there goes another thousand just for funsies! As I spend my meager fortune far faster than I ever made it, I'm starting to wonder why we have so much crap. When I moved to California almost a decade ago, I had three boxes and an iPod packed into the back of my SUV. That was…
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Dance Class With IncrediDad and Boy Wonder

Up until a month ago, I thought a pirouette was a kind of cookie. Turns out, it is a dance move. You see, Boy Wonder has been taking Ballet Class once a week and we are both learning so much. For example, you wouldn’t believe how many ballet terms sound food related: Sauté (so-Tay): please sauté that chicken with peppers and onions! Battement (Bot-Mah): I know I’ve ordered this from my…
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I’m Alfred, Not Batman

As a father, and as a human being, I've learned to take the good with the bad. For example, it's a good thing that Boy Wonder has learned the word please. He knows it's proper use; "Peanut Butter peeze.", "Binky please.", "Money please." Wait a second, what was that? The flip side is that he knows how to weaponize the word too. "Phone please! Pleeeeeeease. PLEASE!" But he's just so damn cute, how…
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The One That Got Away

I'm fond of our bed. Bex would be surprised to hear that because I frequently said otherwise about this pile of mattress and metal when we first started dating. It was a love/hate relationship back then.  You see, the bed actually belonged to Bex first. She was so proud of it because it was the first big purchase she made after landing her dream job. During our dating days, she moved no less…
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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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Stressed Out

Stress isn't fun to talk about. Usually, I sweep mine under the rug and dance around like it's not there. Why? Because we all have it. The only thing that makes my stress more important than yours is that it's mine. So, I won't sit here and bore you with my problems because you've got plenty of your own. Instead, I'd like to talk about another gizmo on the trusty IncrediDad utility belt -…
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Excess Baggage

I start to question what is essential as I'm packing my suitcase. I've been traveling my entire life and since then, lots of things have changed. Security is tighter at the airports, Mickey Mouse seems a lot shorter than he used to, and gas is way more expensive now. You know what hasn't changed though? Luggage. It's always seemed to me that when it comes to packing a bag, less is always more.…
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Our First Date

Bex and I had our first date the day before Thanksgiving. Actually it was our first date A.D. (After Delivery). It wouldn't have happened except that my mom was in town and she offered her services as babysitter. That's a polite way of saying that she kicked us out so she could spend quality time with her grandson. After reading my mom the riot act of Luke's routine, do's and don'ts, and…
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