Posts Tagged ‘Santa’


40 Years of Christmas Memories and Traditions.


EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a sponsored post on behalf of Tylenol and the #HowWeFamily campaign. The thoughts, opinions and traditions are all mine. As you know, we’re teaming up with TYLENOL to celebrate all the different ways people family during the holidays, and to share #HowWeFamily. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday and I’m


There’s No Manual for Being a Dad.


A little over six years ago, I became a dad. It wasn’t a surprise, so I should’ve been prepared, right? Wrong. I don’t care what you do – construction, customer service, hostage negotiation—PARENTING is the toughest job there is. Before Ava came into the picture, the previous years found me only concerned about myself, which


A Holiday Letter from Dad or Alive: The Year in Review.


Dear Friends and Family, This past year has been incredibly wonderful and we’re sorry that we haven’t been able to visit, call or write more often (actually ‘sorry not sorry’ at all, parenting three kids under six tends to suck the life and apologies right out of you), but we’re hoping to catch you up


Why Are The Holidays Important?


Being on the road over the last two weeks, driving up and down the eastern seaboard, traveling to visit both of our families, has given me plenty of time (30 hours over 1,700 miles) to reflect on some of the most sentimental memories of Christmases past. A majority of the things in my life tend


Dear Santa: 12 Things I Would REALLY Like for Christmas.

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Dear Santa, Remember me? The dude with the innocent smile and Incredible Hulk belt?  I once got really scared and peed on your lap at the family Christmas party?  I knew you’d remember. It’s been a minute since we’ve had a sit-down.  I’m a parent now and I apologize, but my Christmas list has become


Desperately Seeking My Holiday Zen.


A few weeks ago, as part of my ongoing campaign with The Century Council and their @TalkEarly initiative, we held a Twitter party.  The goal was to bring parents together to trade secrets and strategies about managing holiday stress… to help each other find our #HolidayZen – which a lot of us could desperately use


‘Twas The Night I Tried To Use The Bathroom Alone…


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care… …as Daddy stain-sticked his kids underwear. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, Benadryl seemed the most effective of meds. And mamma in her ‘kerchief,


Santa’s Pink Pig.


As children, my parents would insist on taking me and my younger brothers to the local shopping mall to see one of ‘Santa’s Helpers’ a few days before Christmas.  It was the only mall for miles in an extremely rural area, so it kinda came off as a hillbilly meet-up.  I couldn’t believe my Mom