Tag: Parenthood

On Christmas (2024)

‘Tis the season, as it were.  A time of joy and hope, prayer and merriment.  The Christmas season is one many of us cherish, and for good reasons.  But as I sat down to consider what it means …

The Caca Campaign: A Potty Training War Journal

Potty training.  Two words that stoke the fear of parents more than any others.  And yet, it is inevitable.  Thus were the thoughts of my wife and I as we entered this most trying of times.  Where others …

A Man, A Wasp Nest, and a Lesson in Critical Thinking

I have a swollen lump on my thigh about the size of a tennis ball.  It’s red.  It itches.  All in all, an unpleasant experience—zero stars, would not recommend.  Why, you ask, do I have a red, itching …

Get Off My Lawn

Watching a toddler grow fascinates me.  Every day seems like it brings new developments, especially with physical skills.  Our son has two new favorites: the headbanger, and the butt-first stair slide.  Admittedly, these skills aren’t anywhere on the …

Tales from a Toddler

My son is an advanced child.  Not in the sense that he’s displaying the precursors to Mozart level brilliance, no.  He has firmly established himself in the realm of Terrible Two well before reaching that milestone via days …

I Have Questions

Isn’t it odd how occasionally the answer to a strange question results in stranger questions?  You think you’ve answered your bovine conundrum only to find yourself tumbling down the Holstein hole.  But I’m getting ahead of myself. My …

On the Ingratitude of Birds

As has been remarked upon by literally every parent, having a child changes things.  In this case, it resulted in a child’s obsession, a wall of chickens, and my growing resentment towards ungrateful birds.  My son loves birds.  …

Hawaiian Studs

Hawaii is many things.  Island paradise, tourist destination, and one of the most welcoming cultures around?  Without a doubt.  One thing it is not, however, is a mecca for standardized construction practices.  My son—bless his heart—hasn’t met a …

Father’s Day Round Two

Today is my second Father’s Day as an actual father. This one sinks in deeper than the first given that during the first, my son was basically a semi-sentient potato capable only of pooping and crying. Now, however, …

So It Begins

One of the worst parts about military service is that you can be seperated from your family for mission requirements. In this case, my lovely wife has to endure nine long, grueling, humid weeks in Alabama. This is …