The last couple of mornings, Owen the 2-year-old has taken to crying and latching onto my leg when I pick up my briefcase and open the door leading to the garage. Today, we had this conversation: Me: I have to go to work…let go! Owen: No, Dad-dy, no! Me: Quit being a pussyboy and cowboy [...]
Instead of in a bassinet in our closet, baby Lola now sleeps in a Pack N Play! In our closet.
I have it on good authority that dad blogs are supposed to contain letters to children on their birthdays. So, a few days after the fact, here’s a letter to the lone stemmed fruit of my loins: Dear Owen, I remember the day you were born. I was convinced there was no way in Hell [...]
Maddie: Why did you say “shit,” Daddy? Me: I didn’t…I said “shoot.” Maddie: Shit! Me: Shoot! It was shoot! We don’t say the other word. Maddie: Then why did you say shoot? Me: Because I parked in the wrong place…somewhere I wasn’t supposed to park. Maddie: Daddy can’t park! Me: Yeah, I’m a shitty parker. [...]
Wednesday afternoon, I rode in a Cessna Skyhawk from Honolulu, over Molokai, and onto Maui. After we landed, I learned my new friend had never landed at Maui before, because his instructor told him it was the most difficult runway in the U.S. to land a private plane, since the winds come off the ocean [...]
