So, I have no idea when my last post was. All I know is, Sometime around the beginning of summer, we decided to move across the state. After we decided to move, we realized that if we were going to do it we needed to sell our house, move all of our earthly possessions three hours away into […]Read more "Hiatus Over, Probably, a.k.a Brain Pudding"
I’ve gained about twenty pounds since our little bucket of angel tears was born. I used to commute to work, most days, by bicycle. I live 7 miles from work. Riding a bike to work in is like entering a cheat code into life. Your metabolism gets a huge boost first thing in the morning. […]Read more "Baby weight. "
Calling all dads, Seahorses, located in Southeast Portland on Hawthorne, Is the first of its kind. It is a store for dads. Dads and babies. They carry strollers, carriers, shaving equipment, and pocket knives. I’m writing this there right now. There is a have a playpen surrounded by a bar with outlets so you can […]Read more "Seahorses!"
I can’t wait until The Squish is a petulant teenager. I am building a cache of embarrassing things I can throw in his face every time he cracks wise. I’ll be like “Oh really, you don’t want to mow the lawn? Well, maybe I didn’t want to wipe your butt when you pooped in your […]Read more "When he is a teenager"
The other day I after I got home from my one day a week of work I was sitting on the floor playing guitar. Our squishy little baby was enthralled. He was clinging to the guitar and pulling himself up onto his knees. It was a sterling moment. He knelt there, awkwardly teetering and my […]Read more "Pride goeth before the fall"
How old does a kid need to be before you can start forcing it to learn piano, guitar, drums, and xylophone? I am a sloppy, undisciplined guitar player because I had to learn on the streets in my teens and I don’t want that for my son. The way I see it until he can articulate […]Read more "Living vicariously"
So this might be the weirdest thing yet; I miss working. I didn’t expect this. Don’t get me wrong, I like my job, but it’s still a job. Not counting the frenetic, clumsy attempts at administrative tasks that just can’t be put off any longer, I’ve worked one day a week for the last six […]Read more "Job envy"