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Big Sad Voodoo Daddy

1 Jun astrology, horoscopes, bullshit, toddlers, parenting, superstition, dads, moms, fatherhood, children, family, lifestyle

I don’t consider myself the superstitious type. I occasionally knock some wood and usually try to say “rabbit rabbit” at the start of every month, but that’s about it.

Of course, that was before I became a dad.

These days I might as well be Shirley Maclaine for all the bullshit I find myself believing. There’s just NO WAY a filthy anarchist monkey like Curious George gets invited to that many parties, but I just keep playing along.

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Scrimping and Caving

29 Apr

A few weeks back, after abandoning potty training due to the onset of trauma, Mom and Buried and I took a quick run to Target.

While there, we decided to buy some off-brand diapers to get us through the next few weeks, enough time for Detective Munch to emerge from his PTSD (Potty Traumatic Stress Disorder) and get back on the potty train.

The cheapo diapers turned out to not be the best idea, as they were cheapo for a reason: they leaked worse than Julian Assange.

Which got me thinking. Maybe I shouldn’t shortchange my son.

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Speaking of Toys…

8 Jan Lenovo, CES, Vegas, technology, computers, horizon, tablets, helix, twist

Lately I’ve been spending a lot of time whining about all the toys my son got for Christmas. Mostly I’m just jealous.

But no worries, ’cause now it’s my turn! Today I head to Las Vegas (my first time!) to visit the Consumer Electronics Show. My visit has been sponsored by Lenovo, so expect some extra coverage of the grown-up toys they’ll have on offer, but I’m also going to do my best to explore the rest of CES, and Vegas, and spend the next few days letting you know the coolest pieces of new technology you can expect in your stocking over the next few Christmases.

Unless I die.

Word is, spending anything more than 48 hours in Vegas is asking for trouble. I’ll be here for 72.

GULP.

The Gifts That Keep on Giving… Headaches

7 Jan

As I discussed last week, Christmas is a double-edged sword.

The kid got way too many toys for Christmas and he had way too many toys already. But it’s not always the quantity of toys that is the problem. It’s the quality. Some toys are educational, some are musical, some are harmless and some are the devil.

Every kid has received a gift that immediately becomes the bane of their parents’ existence, for a variety of potential reasons. After a morning spent nursing a headache one of those gifts had given me, I reached out online and asked other parents what one gift they wished their child had never received, and why.

Here were the top three responses, plus one slightly more universal item:

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Spoiler Alert

3 Jan The Incredibles, Pixar, mediocrity, inclusion, winners, losers, parenting, spoiled kids, fatherhood, dads, toddlers,

Sometimes I worry that I love my son too much.

I was thinking about that this Christmas, when I saw the haul of toys he received from his parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, and watched as he was indoctrinated into the Culture of More. It definitely made for a fun holiday – the joy of little kids can be contagious – but it also made me nervous.

There’s a reason we call it “spoiling.” Overindulgence breeds assholes.

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The Inconvenience Store

26 Nov Simpsons, cartoons, shopping, grocery store, TV, Homer, Barney, FOX, toddlers

I am on record as a Stay-at-home Dad who isn’t a big fan of being a stay-at-home dad.

There are some things I like about it, such as spending quality one-on-one time with my son and slowly making myself his favorite parent, thus severing the sacred bond between mother and son. But everything else? Pretty much sucks.

Especially going grocery shopping.

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Dear God, What Have We Done? – Part 1 (To Him)

27 Dec

So this weekend we celebrated our son’s “second” Christmas, but since, if memory serves, he spent his actual first Christmas crying and pooping and sleeping with nary any clue of what all the fuss was about, this was more like his real actual first Christmas. And being that he’s only 15 months old, we weren’t even sure this one would count.

But we were wrong.

The kid took to Christmas like Tim Tebow takes to scruff, or Tim Tebow takes to evangelism, or Tim Tebow takes to not being able to play quarterback. (See Part 2 here.)

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