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Dad Timeout: New Material, Girl
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014. New Material, Girl. The book Lyla picked for me to read to her and Rowan at bedtime was something by Madonna. I hadn't seen it before, but I suspect it came from last Saturday's gift opening marathon with Julie's side of the family. A children's book written by the singer of "Like a Virgin" will be a perfect gift for a kindergartner, someone thought. Uh, I'll be right back." I headed downstairs with the book and found Julie. I think it's fine.". I don't think it's fine.".
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Dad Timeout: Where is my timid, cautious toddler?
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Saturday, December 28, 2013. Where is my timid, cautious toddler? Julie and Rowan arrived at the train show and found a very different situation from what was advertised. Rather than a Thomas the Train festival with wooden train tables, snacks, and life-size characters to hug, it was a locomotive trade show for old autistic men. Afterward, we ate at People's Organic, her favorite restaurant for reasons known only to God ("Why is it your favorite restaurant? Daddy, did you see that! Uh, sure.". Man, Lyla,...
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Dad Timeout: White tights
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013. Look and then start making out with me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Dance recital tonight: Notice the white tights. We got to the recital and saw that, in accordance with the teachers apparent edic. 10,000 in the swear jar. Man, Lyla, your sheets are totally- I almost said they were totally fucked up. As a child who grasps new words quickly, Lyla. Rowan, its my birthday today. Is your bertday? Yup How many counts are you? A Few Good Things. The World Is Your Oyster.
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Dad Timeout: September 2013
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Sunday, September 29, 2013. Time goes on. The world spins. The kids grow. Life happens. I'm going to stop writing on this blog. Being a dad is still full of revelations and wacky moments, but I don't feel so compelled to share them these days. It's not that parenting is suddenly less interesting or fun; if anything it's much more so. It's also more comfortable, and being comfortable is not conducive to good writing. Links to this post. Saturday, September 28, 2013. Only the best moment of his entire life.
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Dad Timeout: December 2014
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014. New Material, Girl. The book Lyla picked for me to read to her and Rowan at bedtime was something by Madonna. I hadn't seen it before, but I suspect it came from last Saturday's gift opening marathon with Julie's side of the family. A children's book written by the singer of "Like a Virgin" will be a perfect gift for a kindergartner, someone thought. Uh, I'll be right back." I headed downstairs with the book and found Julie. I think it's fine.". I don't think it's fine.".
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Dad Timeout: $10,000 in the swear jar
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013. 10,000 in the swear jar. Man, Lyla, your sheets are totally- ". I almost said they were totally fucked up. As a child who grasps new words quickly, Lyla would've started calling everything fucked up. "Daddy, your nostrils are fucked up." Not good. The trouble is Julie and I have always described imperfect bedsheets as fucked up. I don't know why. Julie says it's the only accurate phrase. Dan, you fucked up these covers.". I did not fuck them up.". December 31, 2013 at 8:25 PM.
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Dad Timeout: December 2013
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Tuesday, December 31, 2013. 10,000 in the swear jar. Man, Lyla, your sheets are totally- ". I almost said they were totally fucked up. As a child who grasps new words quickly, Lyla would've started calling everything fucked up. "Daddy, your nostrils are fucked up." Not good. The trouble is Julie and I have always described imperfect bedsheets as fucked up. I don't know why. Julie says it's the only accurate phrase. Dan, you fucked up these covers.". I did not fuck them up.". Links to this post. Julie and...
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Dad Timeout: Farewell
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Sunday, September 29, 2013. Time goes on. The world spins. The kids grow. Life happens. I'm going to stop writing on this blog. Being a dad is still full of revelations and wacky moments, but I don't feel so compelled to share them these days. It's not that parenting is suddenly less interesting or fun; if anything it's much more so. It's also more comfortable, and being comfortable is not conducive to good writing. September 30, 2013 at 8:40 AM. September 30, 2013 at 1:07 PM. Dont go away forever. Man, ...
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Dad Timeout: October 2013
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013. I wrote this in my creative writing class today to show students different dialogue techniques. I put myself into the story, but it was actually Julie. We realized the other day that even though Rowan can recite the alphabet, he has no idea how to identify specific letters on the page. Luckily, Lyla decided to teach him. Okay, buddy, what letter is this? She said, pointing to an A. I don't know.". It's an A.". The lesson continued in this fashion for quite some time. Camping hi...
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Dad Timeout: Non-bath-night bath
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Friday, December 27, 2013. We've been parents for five years now and have never won a single award for the cleanliness of our children. "My, your children are clean," a stranger has never said. But this evening, Rowan requested a non-bath-night bubble bath. He wanted to relax after a tough day, perhaps, like every romantic comedy's female protagonist. So Julie sat up there with him while he splashed around. After 10 minutes or so, he stood up and announced, "I wanna det out now.". Okay, buddy.". Man, Lyl...
