tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43682494923798324512024-03-13T00:48:43.856-07:00Daddyman @ HomeDaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-52192988254400681462009-08-25T07:45:00.000-07:002009-08-25T07:50:16.966-07:00Making Lunch for the DudeYeah, I'm that the Dad that puts peanut butter on both sides of the bread so the jelly doesn't soak through.<br /><br />'cause that's how I roll.<br /><br />But it's a fun thing to pack his lunch every day. I remember what it was like eating lunch with my friends in school every day and I can tell he does too.<br /><br />Heck, we even had a good time talking about the stop light in the lunch room that goes to red if it gets too loud.<br /><br />Ah memories.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-56688202810548866682009-07-15T06:26:00.001-07:002009-07-15T06:26:32.497-07:00Asking for help<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYIrylgYz3RTo9axfVNTGTzHOd6RthL1WTgXO-eAg0GzzwXqI9jOcnLGyUX4QaItyFS6AiBNJoWuhKaiRpybkV_yOF_OLUDHusYIpqoAKf6tZkHBy_7f3BoZ4QcEBBEzin6IXgR7Nlgc/s1600-h/2009-07-15+08.19.37-792498.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYIrylgYz3RTo9axfVNTGTzHOd6RthL1WTgXO-eAg0GzzwXqI9jOcnLGyUX4QaItyFS6AiBNJoWuhKaiRpybkV_yOF_OLUDHusYIpqoAKf6tZkHBy_7f3BoZ4QcEBBEzin6IXgR7Nlgc/s320/2009-07-15+08.19.37-792498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358677760781586370" /></a></p><p>The newest generation of Tranformers toys come with a disclaimer; the toys are designed to pull apart when excessive force is used.</p> <p>What this literally translates into is 'Parental units, be ready to put Megatron's arm back on several times a day.'</p> <p>During J's learning phase of getting a new one, I have to put some piece or limb on once an hour or so. A day or two afterwards we nip that in the bud by offering one free fix a day. Afterwards, we fix the limbless Autobot or Decepticon and keep him for the rest of the day. It teaches him to take care of what he's got.</p> <p>The new issues is getting help for that fix. He knows I'll do it, but he can't pull himself away from what he's doing to come get the help...to the point of tears. "Why Daddy?! Why won't you come fix Optimus Prime?! I want you to do it now!"</p> <p>"Buddy, does the mechanic come to our house to fix my car?"</p> <p>"No..." he says as he's processing it.</p> <p>"Do the nice checkout people bring us our groceries from the grocery store?"</p> <p>"Nope!"</p> <p>"It is impolite for you to demand something when you need help...especially if you're the one that caused the problem."</p> <p>"But Dad! Brawl's leg fell off all by itself."</p> <p>"Do you want to go into timeout for lying to me?"</p> <p>"No..."</p> <p>"So when you want help, it is rude for you to make me stop what I'm doing to help you. I want qand will help you, but you've got to bring Starscream to me. Do you understand?"<br></p> <p>Grumpily, "Yeah..."</p> <p>I then proceeded to put Megatron's arm on backwards and break and fix him again.<br> </p> DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-31954993865723680152009-06-26T06:01:00.000-07:002009-06-26T06:05:44.722-07:00*In Orcish Grunt* Jobs Done!Wake up early and go get gas in the van for the Mrs....check.<br />Pick up donuts on the way...check<br />Finish loading the dishwasher and get it going...check.<br />Get the kids fed...with a nibble of donuts...check.<br />Get a kiss for bringing the Mrs an apple fritter...check.<br />Put away a high chair that hasn't been used in over 6 months...check.<br />Throw away a vacuum that hasn't been used in 4 years...check.<br />Clean out the filters of the current vaccum...check.<br />Repair a transformer...check.<br />Coffee...*consumes mass quantities*<br /><br />Now it's time to play with the kids. Or referee, depending on their temprement today. :)DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-67642651921537116212009-06-08T06:30:00.001-07:002009-06-08T06:30:19.029-07:00...And Nothing But the Truth<div>A recent conversation with my son:</div> <div> </div> <div>"Um Dad?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Yeah Jonathan?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"I uh...," he says shyly, "I saw some of my favorite baby blankets in my sisters room and I wanted to know if I could have them back."</div> <div> </div> <div>I chuckle. "Let me get this straight bud. You want baby blankets?"</div> <div> </div> <div>He nods eagerly.</div> <div> </div> <div>"Why?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Because they're my favorite."</div> <div> </div> <div>I think quick, and come up with an option where everyone wins and I'll get a chuckle.</div> <div> </div> <div>"Don't you have your favorite baby blanket on your bed anyway?" (It's actually his Winnie the Pooh comforter that was his crib set...it clashes his Lightening McQueen set now, but why bother?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Ummm yeah."</div> <div> </div> <div>"And did you know those baby blankets aren't for your sisters?"</div> <div> </div> <div>I chuckle at his screwed up surprised face...gets it straight from his mother. "They're not?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Nope, they're for Mom."</div> <div> </div> <div>"Why does Mom need baby blankets Dad?" he asks, chuckling.</div> <div> </div> <div>"She doesn't need them now, but she'll need them when you're older."</div> <div> </div> <div>"Why?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Because she'll want little reminders that she can hold in her hands to remind her that you were once a little baby who puked on her all the time!"</div> <div> </div> <div>The infectious laughter begins, "No!!! That's not why!!!"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Actually dude, it is. She wants to keep them to remind her that in the future when you're taller than either one of us, she wants those little reminders that you were once her little baby. You okay with that?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Yeah."</div> <div> </div> <div>"You ready for bed now?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Yup."</div> <div> </div> <div>"All right, I love you, see you in the morning."</div> <div> </div> <div>"And um Dad?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Yeah bud?"</div> <div> </div> <div>"Should I go ahead and put them back?"</div> <div> </div> <div>I bust up with a deep belly laugh. Then quickly stifle it because the girls just went to bed too, "Yeah buddy, in the morning, go ahead and put them back."</div> <div> </div> <div>"Love you Dad."</div> <div> </div> <div>"Good night man, love you too.</div> DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-37822725708139694592009-04-08T13:24:00.001-07:002009-04-08T13:27:08.778-07:00Paternity LeaveI took 4 weeks when my son was born, and I took 4 more when my girls were born. I'm all for taking leave when the new tots come to town. They're only born once, and you've got to start the corruption early. ;)<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpmSAU2UX4U&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dpmSAU2UX4U&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-24915527054435961342009-04-06T07:26:00.001-07:002009-04-06T07:26:36.731-07:00Computer Nerdage is Good Hobby to HaveSo, my brother gets me <a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com">World of Warcraft</a> with his tax refund. He's been wanting to get me on it for years, but I didn't have a computer beefy enough.<br><br>Just before the twins were born, I bought a video card so I could be more up to date. So the PC was good, but the time to play didn't exist. I told him no, no no. Sleep is more important than video games. But the seed was there and he knew I could run it.<br> <br>So once he got it for me, and because I love my wife and want to see her, I bought it for her. As we were installing it, she didn't have enough RAM on her computer to make it go.<br><br>So this weekend I cracked open both cases, did the math, and bought her a gig of ram. I kept it in the car on Sunday while I was working so she didn't have a chance to get ahead of me too much. We ate dinner, watched a couple <a href="http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/clonewars">Star Wars Clone Wars</a> episodes with the kids I installed it and got through more updates than I'd care to download, but we worked together and got our characters going.<br> <br>All work and no play can make parents dull parents.<br><br>So we've got characters we use when we're together, and we're going to make characters we can play when we're solo.<br><br>But first...I'm going to go tackle the shower. *grabs an old toothbrush and goes to town*<br> <br><br clear="all"><br>-- <br>--Chris<br> DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-2734874938008570492009-04-04T20:14:00.000-07:002009-04-04T20:26:07.164-07:00It's Been A LONG TimeLet's see, it's been close to a month from my last post. Since then<br /><ul><li>My wife was in and out of the hospital three times for close to two weeks</li><li>Got to call 911 on one occasion</li><li>My son got to flag down the Fire Truck</li><li>My son tried to watch Transformers as 8+ emergency staff were in my living room taking care of my wife. He has excellent 'bob and weave' technique<br /></li><li>My MIL was in town for two weeks to help take care of the wife and kids</li><li>I spent most of the hospital weeks with my wife, sleeping there all but 3 times</li><li>Changed a tire in the hospital parking lot</li><li>Got new tires for the van</li><li>Paid my Dad off with a case of Monster energy drink from Costco as thanks for being on call and watching the kids while I with my wife (he a closet addict)<br /></li><li>Missed roughly 10 hours of work (part time work helps out here)</li><li>My son lost his first tooth</li><li>I quickly learned the way of the ninja with the previous bullet point<br /></li><li>My daughters start saying coherent words and phrases</li><li>I realize I don't like how flirtatious Purple says "Hi"</li><li>I still continue to think and dwell too much</li></ul>So it's been around here, and I'm just now getting back into the routine of things.<br /><br />And then my brother had to buy me World of Warcraft as a gift.<br /><br />So I had to get it for my wife.<br /><br />And we laughed at the 2.7 gig update.<br /><br />Now I need to go find my rabbit ears. That's right around the corner.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-37870814817694922702009-03-08T14:06:00.000-07:002009-03-08T14:09:17.634-07:00Surgical BirthdayMy wife finally catches up with me. She's finally caught up to the 30 year mark, after I beat her roughly 3 weeks ago.<br /><br />I know...cradle robber, right? :)<br /><br />I snuck out of the house early this morning and headed to Wal-Mart to pick her up a couple iTunes gift cards and a couple birthday cards.<br /><br />Last minute...yes...but she had Gall Bladder surgery on Thursday, so she's been pretty pampered all weekend, which made it hard for me to get out of the house and gather goodies.<br /><br />Currently she's whining about some RPG she's playing, trying to figure out what she wants (and can) have for dinner, while the dude and I do our best to bow to her every whim.<br /><br />All hail the Queen, baby!DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-6482623278368293332009-02-10T07:36:00.001-08:002009-02-10T07:36:53.933-08:00Dinner at the TableLast night was our first attempt at having dinner at the table. I'd worked for about 30 minutes to get the table cleaned off, put the table cloth back on, and rigged the stand up high chair and Little Blue's old strap-on high chair. Once I got everything assembled, it looked good to me. We'd have the two girls on one side with the parental unit in the middle, the other parental unit in the middle, and Little Blue on his own side.<br> <br>I made and easy Mac and Cheese dinner with hot dogs, nothing fancy, but eatable by all.<br><br>Turns out Pink had to work late to make sure her timesheet was going to come out right, so I had to wolf down a bowl and she was left with the great table experiment.<br> <br>Turns out the girls liked it better than Little Blue did. Apparently he had a tantrum because he wanted a spoon rather than a fork, and it got so bad he told himself he wasn't going to get a piece of candy from his candy jar. The girls enjoyed the change of environment, ate well, and finished despite Little Blue's shining example of good behavior.<br> <br>I listened to Pink's play by play, and based on my experience, I agreed with her. It's hard being inbetween the two ladies. You're pivoting 180 degrees constantly, putting your ambidextrous skills to the test. Secondly, while the high chair does the job, the child inside of it is a little low, leans back a little too much, and it's difficult to get them in and out.<br> <br>So this evening after festivities at work, I'm off to pick up another toddler chair to strap to a dining room chair. The little one will be at the right height, and it'll be portable so that when we go out, we can pull them off the chairs and take them with us in case wherever we're going doesn't have child friendly seats. I'm also going to shift the seating a bit to prevent the pivoting, and this might help the girls learn from each other so they'll be able to see what each of them is doing.<br> <br>Still, it's damn nice to have the entire family at the table.<br clear="all"><br>-- <br>--Chris<br> DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-32940655255716226772009-01-12T07:41:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:57:06.750-08:00Target DisappointmentsDashed in last night to grab some things, and found some things I wasn't too happy with. Nothing major, but still a tad annoying.<br /><br />1. No 100% USA orange juice. I figure if I'm going to enjoy some OJ, I'd enjoy it knowing that is all comes from the US. Every brand had oranges from USA, Guatamala, Mexico, and Brazil. So, I left without.<br /><br />2. My family (or to be more exact, Pink and Little Blue) are cereal addicts, and we're a big fan of the Malt-o-Meal cereals. Target, at first glimpse, should have the best selection, as I saw at least 30 bins to hold various types of cereal, probably capable of holding at least 300 bags of cereal (figuring they're stacked 5 high, 2 deep in each bin). How many actual packages of cereal were there? 10. I grabbed two of the cheapie Cap'n Crunch, considered myself lucky because that's what Pink wanted. Sadly, this was the whole point of this journey and I almost had a failed mission.<br /><br />3. Target plastic bags are not number 1 or number 2 recyclable. They're destined for bathroom trash bags now.<br /><br />4. Four registers open at 5:30pm on a Sunday night. I guess there was probably 30 people in line. Nice.<br /><br />On a deep thought note...I wonder if I was the only guy in the whole store who knew what kinda of HEPA filter his vacuum used.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-23098502472345541142009-01-06T08:30:00.001-08:002009-01-06T08:32:57.629-08:00New Routine: Daily StorytimeWe did it yesterday and it worked pretty good. Only trouble was we did it in the afternoon, and since the Man will be heading back to preschool tomorrow, we did it just before the girls go down for their morning nap.<br /><br />Todays read was:<br /><br /><iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=daatho-20&o=1&p=8&l=as1&asins=0689707495&md=10FE9736YVPPT7A0FBG2&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br />He loved it, the Mrs and I had read it and found it amusing, and the little guy can almost read the story and understand what's going on just by the pictures.<br /><br />The girls...were half interested in Daddy's voice and half interested in their interlocking rings.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-75842832303467328482009-01-02T07:43:00.000-08:002009-01-02T08:02:46.046-08:00Identical Twins, Not Identical ParentsWhen my wife and I are home on the weekends, I chuckle when she brings the kids down.<br /><br />I usually tend to get my motor running a little faster, so I delegate myself to prepping the kids' breakfast. My wife on the other hand loves to go see the girls first thing in the morning.<br /><br />And I can't blame her, when I get them up after she's off to work, I too enjoy the "Oh look, it's Daddy!" overjoyed look.<br /><br />But when she brings them down, she likes to save herself a trip and bring them both down at the same time. I then collect one, ensure pit stops are done, then start with breakfast and finish of the rest of the day.<br /><br />Myself? I usually just pick one or the other. I do my best to alternate who's first each day, but sometimes one is having more fun doing laps around the crib or rocking up a storm.<br /><br />When I pick up one, the other usually starts a little cry of protest. "[Insert name of daughter here], we're just going down to have a pit stop and I'll be right back up to come get you so you can have one and then we'll sit down to breakfast."<br /><br />Surprisingly, the first time I said this, they kept quiet, and it's usually the same ever since.<br /><br />I do make sure to leave the room light on and the door open, so they know to expect me to return.<br /><br />Plus, once I start saying their name as I ascend the stairs, the giggles I get in reply are one of the best reasons to get up in the morning.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-70483372030341910332008-12-03T09:18:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:36:36.001-08:00Turning 5When you put it like that, it seems like it flew by in an instant.<br /><br />He woke up in a good mood Tuesday, asking when his party was going to start. For the millionth time I worked it into his noggin that his party isn't until Saturday, but that doesn't mean good ol' Dad didn't have tricks up his sleeve.<br /><br />I had to go to the store on my way home the night before, so I picked him up some birthday goodies.<br /><br />At his boring breakfast, he found two boxes of Transformers Animated Gummies. "Cool! Can I eat them now?!"<br /><br />I laughed, "No dude, they're for school. You can take these as birthday treats to share with your friends. I've also gotten you a special lunch too."<br /><br />He ignored the lunch portion of my comment, as he was enamored by the boxes of gummies. He spun them around while she shoveled in a couple bowls of cereal and some orange juice.<br /><br />Since it was his day and once his cartoons were over (Sid the Science Kid, Transformers Animated, and Jack's Big music show...which is all a cover to get some housework done and feed the girls), I told him he could pick a movie to watch or Mythbusters.<br /><br />Adam and Jamie won. I fired up the DVR and we watched a couple before lunch.<br /><br />Which was a Lunchable. The dude went crazy with excitement and gobbled it down...after I separated the cheese hunk into slices with a butter knife.<br /><br />He loaded his backpack full of gummies, and even though it was cold out, we snuck in a few baskets in the driveway before the bus came.<br /><br />When he got home I got ready for work, then turned the kitchen into an IHOP. He'd asked for pancakes for dinner, and I was happy to oblige. I turned on the burners five minutes before Pink walked in the door, and as soon as she stepped through she got a hug and a kiss and the game was on.<br /><br />1 egg, two pancakes and a banana for the dude<br />1 bran muffin (made earlier in the day), 2 eggs and 3 pancakes for Pink and I<br /><br />We all gobbled it down and Little Blue told us how one of his friends at school told him Happy Birthday twice and the whole glass sang to him.<br /><br />"Everyone thought the gummies were awesome Dad!"<br /><br />I kissed everyone on the cheek and headed into work.<br /><br />GodDad status maintained. :)DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-25175175119544519222008-11-12T08:55:00.001-08:002008-11-12T20:23:33.625-08:00Slow Cooker, I love TheeCooking takes effort, and since I make at least 3 meals at home a week anymore, I find it hard to keep Little Blue entertained and have slivers of hope that my girls will stay asleep at least until 5pm so I don't have to keep an eye on them too.<br /><br />Granted, I can put them in their saucers so they're not mobile, but when they're crawling and slowly learning to pull themselves up (we give them a week to get off their knees and they're standing), I hate to put them in their saucers for any length of time unless I have too.<br /><br />So, about two weeks ago, Pink cooks some fish soup in the crock pot. It hits me like a slap in the face, why in the hell haven't I been using this thing!<br /><br />So, I add to my checkout list from the library (which already contained 3 and 5 ingredient cookbooks), slow cooker cookbooks as well. I get some note cards together and am proceeding to write down recipes, my guess is I'm at the 50 or so mark now.<br /><br />It all hasn't been successes mind you. Tonight the rice in the chicken curry was mush, even though the flavor was good.<br /><br />But it's fire and forget cooking. Slap them all in there, let it cook for hours and stir it when you pass through the kitchen.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-26276843303932691142008-11-12T08:43:00.000-08:002008-11-12T08:54:26.019-08:00I'm Asleep at the WheelI had some pictures uploaded in flickr, then I forgot to post them here.<br /><br />I'm a slacker, what can I say.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cdandjfamily/sets/72157608752230499/">Halloween</a> - I rotoscoped the last picture so Little Blue could at least look like he had a real lightsaber (also set it as my desktop picture, he loves it!)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cdandjfamily/sets/72157608752071969/">Purple and Teal's 1st Birthday Party</a><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cdandjfamily/sets/72157608751263379/"><br />Pictures from this Fall</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cdandjfamily/sets/72157608747500058/">Pinks Sunrise Pictures</a> - she often steals the camera to take pictures before she walks in the door at work.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-62333044660410012472008-11-05T08:12:00.000-08:002008-11-05T08:34:38.411-08:00Order Whole MilkSo the girls had their 1 year check up last Friday. Little Blue, Purple, Teal and I met Pink at the Doctors office.<br /><br />And let me say, our little Anakin was at the right place at the right time. The Pediatrician was a Clone Trooper, there was nurse Princess Leia, and rumor had it Darth Vader was also roaming the halls.<br /><br />But, just as Pink and the girls got settled in the room, I had to haul Little Blue to catch the school bus. Pink wasn't happy about it, but scheduling is scheduling.<br /><br />So, fast forward till Pink brought the beauties back home to me. I knew that Pink would have a horrible time at the doctor with both girls, on her own, and since they were getting shots, she'd have to redress them, in their costumes, then come home.<br /><br />Needless to say, I was listening to Stephen King's Gunslinger on my MP3 player on the front steps so I'd be handy to assist.<br /><br />Turns out, the girls were average for height and melon measurements, but they were underweight. So underweight that the didn't give Pink the percentile (turns out, it was right at 5%).<br /><br />So, Order Whole Milk was given by the Clone Trooper.<br /><br />3 Cups for the ladies, every day. So far, breakfast is a breeze. 5oz in their cereal, 3 oz in a sippy cup. Though I felt guilty feeding them all that grub, but they finished it and fussed when it was over, so that was a good sign.<br /><br />Lunch they split some pureed Meat/pasta/veggie/fruit and a full sippy cup of milk. What Pink does for dinner while I'm checking out library materials to you I'm not too sure about, but I'll learn Friday when I have my only evening off during the week. ;)<br /><br />And yes, I stole from my babies and already snuck a class of chocolate milk. :)DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-13410550419002855782008-11-03T18:39:00.000-08:002008-11-03T18:40:40.943-08:00At Home Dadage is...setting the coffee pot to go off at 5:45am, so you can toss some clothes and walk over to vote at 6am so your beloved can go to work at 7am.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-84599470894361346122008-10-31T19:09:00.000-07:002008-10-31T19:11:18.455-07:00Halloween Pamphlet StylePictures to come, but needless to say that Anakin Skywalker, the Strawberry Faerie, and the Sky Faerie made it to the 'brary, Pink's work, Anakin's school, and Great Grandma's House to see Uncle, Aunt, cousin, Grandma and Grandpa.<br /><br />This bus is tired!DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-44946780599869704572008-10-27T19:47:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:59:56.975-07:00The Sopranos and Hanna MontanaChalk this up for doing routine tasks that require little brain power at work.<br /><br />I'd finished the first half of the last season of the Sopranos last week and checked online and saw I was number 3 on the list for the second half at the library. No biggie, it's free, though I was bummed I was going to have to wait a little bit on it.<br /><br />Turns out as I sat down at the processing station tonight at work, it was sitting in a tub, right on top. I grabbed it, scanned it, then did the happy dance as I saw it was mine.<br /><br />I put the case on the receipt scanner, then grabbed the next item, a Hanna Montana DVD, and I paused.<br /><br />I know that the Sopranos is the last "adult" show I'm going to be watching while my girls are doing tummy time. They're already picking new sounds every day, and the last thing that I want them to do is to start quoting Paulie or something. But seeing that Hanna Montana DVD was like looking into the future.<br /><br />Am I going to be that Dad? The Dad that knows all the Disney Musicals and movies and is happy to escort his little darlings to the movies to watch stuff like that? The testosterone filled man that can change rear end gears AND whip out all the names of the Disney Princesses? With the dude it was all dinosaurs, cars, legos, and currently paper airplanes. With the ladies, it'll totally be something else, and with a little luck, I won't even know the transition, it'll be seamless, transparent, and acceptable to my ladies.<br /><br />I scanned it, cracked a joke about placing quarter bets if the patron who requested Hanna Montana would come in (we know he's an addict and love him for it), and moved on.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-54783733176506209252008-10-23T10:52:00.001-07:002008-10-23T10:52:37.111-07:00Sippy Cup Central<span xmlns=''><p>With the girly girls hitting a year yesterday, I'm going to be making a more stern effort in sippy cup training. They'll still down formula from a bottle till the 1 year checkup next week.<br /></p><p>Still, this morning went well. They chowed down their 4oz of rice cereal made with formula off the spoon, then I put their 4oz of applejuice/water in the sippy up and prepared for a visit to screaminingville.<br /></p><p>It always goes so much better when you know it's coming.<br /></p><p>Both girls did fine however, and were quick to figure out what was going on. They'd take a couple draws, swallow, then fuss because it wasn't on demand.<br /></p><p>I held it in front of them while they screamed at me, and as soon as they nudged their hands in the general direction of the cup, I let them grab on and helped guide it to their mouth.<br /></p><p>Repeat x20…then x2 for both girls. <span style='font-family:Wingdings'>J</span><br /> </p><p>Only issue was when Purple was quick-like-ninja and grabbed it right out of my hands. Her aim isn't perfect and she slammed it on her upper lip, so there was about 1 minute of chaos. I apologized for letting go, then kept a vice grip hold on the cup so it wouldn't happen again.<br /></p><p>All right, time to head to <a href='http://www.lilypie.com'>lilypie</a> and get the girls a new bar to count down for birthday number two.</p></span>DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-87979037427582660942008-10-22T08:29:00.000-07:002008-10-22T08:31:48.949-07:00RSS FeedsI had a coworker ask last night what RSS feeds were, so I dug out this video this morning and sent it to her so she'd have a better clue than my babbling.<br /><br />If you're addicted to blogs and news, it's definitly a time saver. Consider it an online newspaper where you pick what information gets loaded into the pages. Check out the video too, even if you know what RSS is, it's still a good clip.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0klgLsSxGsU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0klgLsSxGsU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-26722551174653071192008-10-22T08:24:00.000-07:002008-10-22T08:29:21.866-07:00A Year Ago TodayI spilled an overpriced iced coffee on the parking lot of the Johnson County Library when my wife called and told me my daughters were going to be born today.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Purple and Teal.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2109/2051146906_f1cfb7da9a.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2109/2051146906_f1cfb7da9a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cdandjfamily/2051146906/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cdandjfamily/2051146906/" alt="" border="0" /></a>DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-26123558306336264992008-10-21T21:00:00.001-07:002008-10-21T21:00:19.279-07:00Laughs Out Loud<div > Ah, if books were this cruel, I don't think I'd be as addicted to them as I am now. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin: 12px 0px; font-family: arial; color: #333333; background: #ffffff; border: solid 4px #e5e5e5; width: 100%; clear: left;"><tr><td valign="top"><!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:9B7DC65D-19BE-467C-AF5E-A0826AF27436:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --><div class="CM_CTB_Content_Wrap" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;background-color: #ffffff;"><div style="border-bottom: solid 1px #dcdcdc; white-space: nowrap; margin-bottom: 8px; background-color: #eeeeee ;background-image: url(http://clipmarks.com/images/source-bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; height: 24px; line-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle; padding-bottom: 4px; color: #666666; font-size: 10px;" ><a href="http://clipmarks.com/clip-to-blog/" title="clipmarks' clip-to-blog"><img src="http://content.clipmarks.com/blog_icon/bc7c8e7d-c4b3-42df-8f76-26f5dd11ed27/9B7DC65D-19BE-467C-AF5E-A0826AF27436/" alt="" width="19" height="19" border="0" style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 0px 4px; display: inline; border: none; float:none;" /></a>clipped from <a title="http://www.nintendowiifanboy.com/2008/10/21/wii-warm-up-tell-us-a-story/" href="http://www.nintendowiifanboy.com/2008/10/21/wii-warm-up-tell-us-a-story/" style="font-size: 11px;">www.nintendowiifanboy.com</a></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nintendowiifanboy.com/2008/10/21/wii-warm-up-tell-us-a-story/"><div align="center"><img src="http://content6.clipmarks.com/blog_cache/www.nintendowiifanboy.com/img/6680A1B8-6E2C-468B-94E4-43D46E0C748A" alt="" /></div></blockquote></div><div style="margin: 0px 6px 6px 4px;"><table style="font-size: 11px;border-spacing: 0px;padding: 0px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tr><td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;"> </td><td align="right" style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;width:107px" width="107"><a href="http://clipmarks.com/share/9B7DC65D-19BE-467C-AF5E-A0826AF27436/blog/" title="blog or email this clip"><img src="http://content7.clipmarks.com/images/c2b-foot.png" border="0" alt="blog it" width="107" height="17" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px;" /></a></td></tr></table></div></td></tr></table> DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-26516727218154218332008-10-20T21:21:00.000-07:002008-10-20T21:32:47.485-07:00The ABC'sSure, Little Blue and I sing the song, even more so now when I admitted to him I sing it to myself quite often at work when shelving requested materials for patrons.<br /><br />Then of course, we've got the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000096QNK?ie=UTF8&tag=daatho-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B000096QNK">LeapFrog Fridge Phonics Magnetic Alphabet Set</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=daatho-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000096QNK" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /> on the front door. (Fridge is off limits in the kitchen, it's been gated off to fend off wandering twins :)<br /><br />Then, there's this. It's cool. I don't want it...but that doesn't mean I don't like it.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnZr0wiG1Hg&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnZr0wiG1Hg&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368249492379832451.post-78874607175695024012008-10-20T21:14:00.000-07:002008-10-20T21:16:47.838-07:00Monitor CheckI'll admit, I got this 17 inch monitor on the cheap, and when the urge hits me, I fiddle with the settings on it just right.<br /><br />But, alas, I just found <a href="http://photographerusa.com/screencheck/">Screen Check</a>. Simple, easy, and just a second to fiddle with the monitor to make it happy.DaddyManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281768333986891186noreply@blogger.com0