“Hey, Dadda—what’s that?!” Shoot. He saw it. My 1984 G.I. Joe Storm Shadow action figure. I’d been hiding it inside my desk drawer where I knew it would be safe and where, every now and again, I could catch a glimpse of it and recall those oh-so-wonderful days…(Read More)
It’s funny, you’d think parenting would get simpler as you go. After all, most things tend to get easier with practice. Not so. Not only are my kids becoming more unmanageable by the day, but the strain of the job itself, i.e., being a stay-at-home dad, is really starting to…(Read More)
The other day we celebrated my son’s fifth birthday. Boy, time sure does fly by. It’s hard to believe that, just five years ago, I still thought I wanted four kids. Funny how things change. The following is a quick recap of how we celebrated The Animal’s big day: – Even though we…(Read More)
“What’s the matter with you kids?! What—are you just too cool to sing anymore? Is that it?” It’s been 30 years now, but I can still see Mrs. Deelo standing at her piano at the front of the classroom, glaring out at us as she expressed her frustration. I really can’t…(Read More)