08
Jun
Dads Gone Wild
A couple of teenagers raided their dads liquor cabinet and got caught.
Their punishment?
PARTY TIME.
Category: Drinking
06
Jun
Cutting the Cable Cord
We got rid of cable.
The summer is the perfect time to cancel. We don’t watch reality shows, we don’t watch USA’s oh-so-breezy summer programming…and not much else is on until fall, when, according to the last few commercials I saw, electricty disappears and hack jokes about guys having to be parents – THE HORROR! – are all the rage.
Except for Breaking Bad, there’s not much I can’t wait for.
The stuff I am gonna miss without TV? Sports, filler, and the kids programming. Oh wait, we have plenty of kids programming. No shortage of inane, annoying, loud, bright, anthropomorphized animals and songs about brushing your teeth here.
01
Jun
Accepting the Reality of Fatherhood
Almost as soon as I had my son, my life became subsumed by his existence.
I put up a strong front on this blog – my kid won’t change me! I’m still a bad-ass rock star (I’m from Connecticut) – but fatherhood has changed me, has changed my life, has changed my priorities. Which is fine; to be a good dad, some of that has to happen.
I thought I’d at least been doing okay holding on to my personality. And then I started referring to myself as “Daddy.”
Game over.
25
May
Five Ways Having Kids Ruins Memorial Day
This holiday weekend marks the beginning of the summer season. Everyone agrees that summer is fun, right?
Of course, when you have a toddler, summer isn’t quite the same as it used to be.
11
Apr
Of Allergies and Effigies
Every Spring, for the past two years, I have been faced with a crippling bout of allergies. I never really had them before, so their onset is a tad confusing. I’ve lived in NYC for more than four years now, in the same neighborhood, so as much as this Red Sox fan would love to, I can’t blame the Big Apple.
I’d like to blame the trees, but Marky Mark made that seem too ridiculous. I’d also like to blame The Trees, but my days of listening to Rush were long gone well before the allergies set in.
So after a brief, slightly ill-considered, largely well-inebriated period of elimination, I’ve come to a startling conclusion: I’m allergic to my son.