I am fairly certain that I am unqualified to handle the delicate questions and observations that my children are going to have, increasingly, as they get older. Tonight was a fine example. I took them to a special treat dinner at McDonald’s–and I know that there are enough Nanny Staters out there that I need […]Read more "Handling the Delicate Questions"
I know that my posts have been very Star Wars-heavy of late, and I will continue that trend overall, but I had a thought while walking my daughters to the playground. I’ve been of a particularly creative mind lately (you may have noticed) and so even the They refer to me as both Batman and […]Read more "Shouldn’t Superman Be Weaker at Night?"
Not a long one today. We went to the Nationals game versus the Orioles. It took us two hours to get there, the girls lasted four innings and then we came back home. We’re all tired and happy, suspending the rules and eating poorly. They charge $8.75 for a freaking Miller Lite. If you’re going […]Read more "This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things"
Not a long one today. I was just given pause a day or so ago by my girls, my adorable and precious princesses who are growing up so fast that I’m hardly noticing that the gray hair on my chin is increasing daily.Read more "The Simple Pleasures: When It Comes Back to Bite You on the Ass"
Like last year, since it’s once again time to reflect on the year as it prepares to fly out the door, are my 5 Keystone Reflections from 2011. I’m a little stunned that I’m already writing this, as it seems like just a week or two ago I was settling in for a new job. […]Read more "One Quick Note Before 2011 Disappears Forever"
So yesterday was another awesome Sunday with my daughters. I was going to write about it yesterday night, but for once I decided just to let the experience soak in for a day before cherry picking my favorite moment. (Also, I watched a movie, so I didn’t have time for both.) Was it that Bo […]Read more "The Simple Pleasures: Sunday with the Girls"
With that phrase, my heart filled with tears and my brain’s guilt centers went into hyperdrive. I’m a workaholic. Contrary to what some former colleagues might say, because I didn’t match their own levels of obsession, I obsess over my work. It drives me insane when something doesn’t work right. It becomes a point of […]Read more "Daddy, Don’t Work Tonight"