01 Nov

Dad and Buried Posted in TV 24 comments

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Happy Halloween

Halloween 2011 was a success for Dad and Buried and fam.

We dressed as the Taylors from “Friday Night Lights,” with the exception of our son, who went as a monkey. He is neither old nor blonde enough to go as Julie Taylor, and he is neither female enough nor weird-looking enough to go as the Taylor’s baby daughter Gracie. So he stuck with the monkey outfit, and crushed it, while Mom and Buried and I held it down as Coach and Tami Taylor.

Wanna see?

31 Oct

Dad and Buried Posted in Fear 2,972 comments

The Scariest Job in the World

Last week I wrote a lighthearted piece about my wife’s obsession with Halloween. And I posted this terrifying clip from “Twin Peaks,” featuring a character I truly consider to be the most frightening fictional creation of all time.

Those posts were meant to be fun, and so is Halloween. Being scared is fun (unless you’re my wife or my friend Suj or my older brother Mark) and eating candy is fun and dressing up is fun (especially if you’re my wife or my friend Suj). And having a little kid with whom to experience Halloween makes all of those things even more enjoyable.

Obviously, today actually is Halloween, and while this post may be violating the generally accepted tenor of the holiday, it seems an appropriate time to discuss one of the toughest aspects of being a parent.

It’s completely and utterly terrifying.

28 Oct

Dad and Buried Posted in holidays 11 comments

Happy Halloween! (P.S. I’m Sorry, Son)

Halloween is my wife’s favorite holiday, besides Christmas and her birthday and hour anniversary and date nights and Independence Day and New Year’s. (She loves holidays.) No one escapes her wrath, i.e., wearing a costume. Not even our young son.

Last year we forced him into a lion outfit. He wasn’t even two months old and about the only things he could do were cry and shit, yet it was 100% clear to everyone involved that wearing a lion costume was NOT something he was enthusiastic about.

It doesn’t matter, though. We’re more than used to hearing him cry. Besides, on Halloween the constant screaming just blends right in! So Mom and Buried is at it again.

27 Oct

Dad and Buried Posted in Fear 67 comments

The Inappropriate Collection! – Things I Shouldn’t Show My Son, #2

Last week, the debut clip of this series was from Road House. It was less than 10 seconds of absurdity and violence from one of the most absurd (elite bouncers!) and violent (jugular rips!) movies of the 80s. This week, in honor of Halloween, I’m taking a different tack.

25 Oct

Dad and Buried Posted in Judgment 2,554 comments

Parenting is Not a Competition

Parenting is not a competition. But that doesn’t stop some parents from treating it like one.

Last week I wrote a post about the self-loathing I felt upon stating my son’s age in months. The first comment I received was a joke about how I should get my son checked out because he’s not yet walking on his own.

At least I hope it was a joke.

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