AVA: Yo Dad, let’s tie a rope around this thing and you can whip me around the driveway! Don’t be a pussy!
On the morning Ava turned 9 months old, from down the hall I heard Jen’s voice echo ‘could you get a bottle ready’ and I knew it was the end of an era. I picked my flat feet up from the ottoman in the living room and it was then and there that I experienced my last 20-minute Dad furlough. …
AVA: Dad, quit being a bitch! I saw them do this on Jackass. I’ll be totally fine. I’m strapped in, BIG PUSH, let’s do this thing! ME: Hook right, hook right!
As a four year-old, the weekend before Easter meant another visit to the mall, to stand in line for 2+ hours with the other Pennsylvania Dutch and honor one more tradition, getting your picture taken with the Easter Bunny. In the late ’70’s, I was lucky enough to be subjected to the strung-out, psychedelic Alice in Wonderland version. The overpowering…
It’s not always in best taste to take your baby to the local Irish Pub.