Daddy’s all played out for a few days.
I look back fondly on my many years of scouting and believe it to have been a very positive influence in my life.
My daughter’s resilience, her stubborn resolve to not back down from any challenge, has given me many proud moments over the past few years.
Every single dad I know is parenting all the time. Why is the stereotype otherwise?
My daughter decided to get her ears pierced.
I’m horribly biased, but my daughter is generally nothing but a pleasure to be around. Except when she’s a monster.
I believe one of the most compelling signs of love is an ability to overlook those things that absolutely drive you insane.
Today’s helpful tip involves planning for your small child’s birthday party.
Like most parents in America, ( I’m pretty sure ) Christmas Eve was spent watching football, wrapping presents, and drinking bourbon.
“Demonstrating progressive ideals, especially by avoiding vocabulary that is considered offensive, discriminatory, or judgmental, especially concerning race and gender.”
My life isn’t what it used to be, the years starting to catch up. But I have found the fountain of youth, at least for today.
We made out annual mall pilgrimage this past week, our December visit with none other than the big man himself, Father Christmas.
There are some occasions that most sensible people know that they are supposed to get dressed up for.
We’re a few days into December, and the spirit of Christmas has officially invaded our household. To be more precise, it has taken over the five year old, but the riptide of jolliness is hard to resist.
Heigh ho, heigh ho.
I believe that addressing people appropriately is an important lesson for parents to teach their children.