How Much Do You Love Your Kids?
Apparently human beings can get hoof-to-mouth disease. I guess this means we’re done with petting zoos.
But are we done with hugs too?
Apparently human beings can get hoof-to-mouth disease. I guess this means we’re done with petting zoos.
But are we done with hugs too?
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.
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.
I’m a Red Sox fan. I watched Game 6 and I endured as much of the pre-aughts misery as any other fan born in the 70s. I’m also a Dolphins fan, and while I got to watch Marino, there hasn’t been a lot to cheer about since. But I stick around; I continue to root for my teams.
I stuck with “Lost” all the way, gritting my teeth through the meandering Seasons 2 and 3 and surviving until the end and I still have fond memories of the show, even after the terrible final episode. And I continue to hope the people in charge of Superman will someday recapture the magic of the first two Christopher Reeve flicks. Despite little evidence that they will.
I take all the crap my favorite teams and TV shows and movies have to give and I keep coming back for more. As a fan, you have to take a lot of abuse.
But it’s nothing compared to what you endure as a parent.
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.