This past April, Jen suggested that we introduce Ava to the swimming pool. I paused to digest the information and then shot her a look as if someone had removed her brain from her head while she was sleeping. Could you even do that? This kid is only six months old. Won't the chlorine in the … [Read more...] about Swimming With Sharts.
AVA: Hey Dad, could you make this box into a fairy princess castle for me? ME: Of course I can sweetheart! … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #5: Special Delivery.
As parents, we love to get together from time to time for dinner and after the kids go to bed, get mega nuts (yeah right) drinking copious amounts of discounted wine from Trader Joe's. This alcoholic grape juice allows us to initiate a competitive bragging session with little to no remorse, … [Read more...] about Baby Ruth.
This past April, we found ourselves going back to the pediatrician for Ava's six-month check-up. Despite having to pay the valet $18 to drive our car recklessly through the parking structure, we were feeling positive about her progress and optimistic about the results we were going to hear. We … [Read more...] about Bigfoot And Bobblehead.
AVA: Hey Dad, if you weren't such a Mary, you would ignore that asshole sign behind us and start this bad boy up. Let's hit the freeway and find a Prius to crush! ME: Ava, you know your Mom would have my ass in a hat. What if I take you down this kamikaze potato sack slide that probably … [Read more...] about DAD’S IN DEEP SH!T #4: Go Big.
As part of my initiative to get out of the house, Ava and I usually start off our day by taking a 2 or 3 mile walk along the beach, listening to the waves of the Pacific Ocean crash on the shore. Daddy dreams about winning the lottery, lying on a deserted island drinking coconut milk and rubbing … [Read more...] about Where’d You Leave The Baby?