Category archives: daddy stuff

Pick Me

Pick Me
My second short story has been published, and this time it's in the Saturday Evening Post! Which really blows my mind because the Post, aside from being the longest running magazine in America, has such an iconic roster of contributors, most notably two of my heroes, Norman Rockwell and Ray Bradbury. Click the picture above and check it out. Be sure to comment on t[...]

Early bird

It's about 5:30 in the morning. Still dark outside, and the coffee won't start brewing on it's own until 7. I'm up this early because I have a men's group that meets down the street at 6 on Fridays, where we talk about being dads and husbands, about God, and what's going on in our lives. The reason we meet so early is so that it doesn't take away from time with our fa[...]

The Father.

Dads — every time your kid thinks about God, like it or not, on some level they are thinking about you. What image will they be wrapping their life around? Will their God be condescending or angry or absent altogether? Or will He show them love?

Donuts for Dads

Today is the day. It's the type of day you begin to dream about after you come home from the hospital. Long after the sleepless nights have ended and diapers are just a memory, the day has finally come when we throw caution to the wind and tell saturated fat and ridiculous amounts of refined sugar they don't matter today. Because today, my friends, is "Donuts for Dads[...]

Origami at the Supermarket.

Yesterday I took Sebo to Publix. It's become a welcome weekly routine for us - I get to spend some daddy time with him and it gives Michelle a little break at home. He has started calling it Publix but he used to call it The Green Store because their logo is green. Future artist. After we find a green-car-shopping-car to race around the store in, we head over to th[...]

The Drain.

So tonight I watched the water drain out of the tub for the first time since I was a kid. I think. At least I don't remember watching it for a long time, so I'm assuming it probably happened quite a long time ago. Tonight we gave Sebo the option to take a bath or to not, and he chose to not. He loves baths, so I was a little surprised, but it was no big deal. When [...]

A Letter to Dads.

So I made a list yesterday of all the dads I know ... not my own dad or my friends' dads, but I guess the dads who are "colleagues" of mine – the ones who are within five or ten years of my own age. The first thing that surprised me – besides the fact that I know quite a few more dads than I thought I did – was how many really great dads I know. Dads who are taking th[...]

This is great.

This is great.
I absolutely love that Target is using a little boy in their ads who has Down syndrome ... and not calling attention to it. It's not an ad about disability. It's not an ad asking to join a cause. It's just an ad and he's just a kid. The boy is six years old and his name is Ryan, and he was also in a Nordstrom catalog. You can read an article about him here, but this q[...]

Two Days.

Sebo loves counting down the days until something happens. It's his way of understanding the passing of time. He will ask, "Am I going back to Granny's house in three days?" He understands the phrases soon and in a little while. He gets it when we say we have to leave at 8:45 so he has to start getting dressed at 8:15. One of his favorite Christmas presents was this l[...]