ME: Ava, are you playing over there? How's it going? AVA: All good dad, I got bored of the Fisher-Price barn and moved on to combustibles. … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #7: Pyromania.
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My Junk Still Works.
With time running out in the 2nd period, Adrian shuffles the puck down the ice (not passing to any teammates you perverts) and sets up to take a shot on goal. He pulls back, shoots and SCORES! FINAL SCORE: ADRIAN: 2 UTERUS: 0 … [Read more...] about My Junk Still Works.
WWFD: What Would Fonzie Do?
The 'Fonz' was always the slickest. He rode his 500cc Triumph around town, snappin' his fingers and reviving Arnold's jukebox with a backhand. He smoothed over the chicks and was cool and collected. But what about with kids? How would the 'Fonz' handle an unruly toddler? It's something I … [Read more...] about WWFD: What Would Fonzie Do?
Dirty South. Part 2.
The humidity in Atlanta kicked my ass like Chuck Norris. I moved like a dying salted slug from baggage claim to curbside pick-up. I loaded the Royal Family's luggage into the car and hopped into the backseat for a ride to the hospital. Crunched between the car seat and door, I turtleheaded up … [Read more...] about Dirty South. Part 2.
DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #6: Sippy Cup.
AVA: This sippy cup is way better than the one Mom uses. ME: Sippy cups are awesome, right? … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #6: Sippy Cup.
Dirty South. Part 1.
In August, we took Ava on a flight to Atlanta to see her newborn cousin. Jen's sister just delivered and we wanted to be there to celebrate with the rest of the family. She had already flown with Ava a dozen times on her own, but this was my maiden voyage. For Jen, she's always been very content … [Read more...] about Dirty South. Part 1.