08 Apr

Dad and Buried Posted in Learning 49 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.

Link Envy: Reasons My Kid Is Crying

The internet is so vast, there’s scarcely an idea that hasn’t been explored within its pages. Occasionally, you stumble across one of those pages and are immediately struck with envy at not having been the person to explore the idea first.

Earlier today, a friend sent me a link to one of those pages.

It’s a Tumblr called “Reasons My Son Is Crying” and it’s as simple – and universal – a concept as it gets. A dad* posts pictures of his toddler, mid-tears, and captions the photo with an explanation. Needless to say, there are a lot of pictures. And some hysterical explanations.

05 Apr

Dad and Buried Posted in Drinking 53 comments

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.

When You Grow Up

Every adult asks the children they know the same thing: “what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Depending on the age of the kid, the answers usually vary from adorable to delusional. I’m almost 40 and I still don’t know! If a grown adult with actual agency and control over his life can’t be certain of where it’s going to lead – no matter how certain one may be of where s/he wants it to go – how can a young kid’s parents?

Zombie Post: Happy Easter

I couldn’t let Easter Sunday, the day Zombie Jesus arose from his grave!, go by without a zombie post. And, since one of those posts is merely a photo, you get two! It’s an Easter miracle! The post with some actual content is two years old, and it’s all about a young girl’s attempt atRead more about Zombie Post: Happy Easter[…]

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