08 Apr

Dad and Buried Posted in Learning 7 comments

Potty Training Hell

And so it begins.

To be honest, it probably should’ve started already, but Dad and Buried has been a little pee-shy, as in: I don’t want to help my son pee. I’ve been dreading this whole stage in my son’s development. Not because it signifies him getting older, but because I’m clueless. And it signifies him getting more inconvenient.

Now, with summer approaching, and a new preschool looming in the fall, it’s time: my son needs to be potty trained.

As the stay-at-home parent, it trickles down to me to fulfill this duty.

Pop Vulture

A lot of things have changed since I became a father. I drink less, I curse less, I sleep less…

Of course, many of those things likely would have been changing anyway, by virtue of age and ~~maturity~~ age. So my son doesn’t get all the blame, not in those instances.

He does, however, get all the blame for the alarming shift in my pop culture habits.

Altering the media you consume because you are a parent might seem like a minor thing to some people, especially pretentious snobs who don’t own computers and don’t watch TV, and obnoxious jerks who pretend they don’t own a computer or watch TV. But for me, it’s a big deal.

Bath Time!

The last time I wrote about my son’s penis, it ignited a firestorm in the comments.

(Seriously. The two most controversial posts I’ve written have been about circumcision and My Little Pony.)

This one isn’t about anything nearly as controversial as men who like cartoons that are made for little girls, but it does involve my son being naked. I also threw Return of the Jedi into it. So maybe the Bronies and the anti-circumcision crowd can find some common ground when I talk about…

BATH TIME!

Blogger Idol 2012: Week 4 – It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s Me Begging For Votes!

It’s that time again!

Time for me to grovel for votes.

I’ve survived another week, but there’s no guarantee I’ll survive this one, and I DEFINITELY won’t without your help.

03 Oct

Dad and Buried Posted in Blogger Idol 2 comments

Blogger Idol 2012: Every Vote Counts

I’m not going to blame you. Let me get that out of the way right now.

Yes, I survived the Week One cuts in my quest to become 2012’s Blogger Idol and win a tablet. But I BARELY survived. I was next in line to be cut.

I chalk up my poor performance to two things: I wrote about drinking and I wrote about drinking. If I were an ungenerous man, I might say my fanbase – such as it is – let me down. But I am not going to blame you. I said that already.

However. This time, if I don’t survive, I will blame you.

VOTE HERE. VOTE NOW.

Dad and Buried

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