Father’s Day 2010

June 21, 2010

ps – happy belated Father’s Day to all the dads out there reading.

Hopefully, you got as much loving from your kids as I did this year. Hopefully, if it is your weakness like mine, you got enough candy as gifts. And hopefully you are fortunate enough not to get as many calls/emails from work as I did…

Conversations With…: Holiday Spirit

December 16, 2009

Driving in the car last night, out of the blue…

Daughter: Hanukkah isn’t fair…

(I could see what was coming)

Me: How so?
Daughter: They get presents for 8 days and 8 nights!
Me: Well, you’ve already missed 4 days of Hanukkah.. you should wait until next year to convert.

Happy Holidays, all…

First Snow Day

December 9, 2009

I woke up this morning, and noticed a strange kind of light coming through the window shades in the bedroom. I recognized that light. Having grown up in Buffalo, I knew this was “snow light”. Sure enough, peeking through the window, there was snow on the ground.

When my daughter woke up, I had her look out the window. “Snow! Oh my gosh!” she said, “I guess I can’t go to school!”

“It’s only an inch. They aren’t going to cancel school for that!” I told her. Then I remembered that, although I grew up in Buffalo, we were now in Connecticut. So we checked the local news on TV. Sure enough, her school was closed that day. Her first snow day ever.

It reminded me, once again, how strange it is that my kids were born and will be raised in a city and state other than the one I grew up in.

I just hope they learn to drive in snow more like Buffalo drivers, and not like Connecticut drivers!

Should I Worry?

August 6, 2009

Last night, getting ready for bed, my daughter told me, “Whenever I go into the bathroom, I am attracted to the potty.”

And the boy, almost 2, still isn’t big on the talking thing. He can do animal sounds (cat, dog, cow, duck, monkey) and go “uh-oh!” whenever he spots a crumb on the floor. The kid’s a crumbophobe. He won’t sit in his highchair or on the couch if there is even the tiniest crumb on there.

The boy better learn to talk. The girl isn’t churning out enough quotes for the blog.

We survived another Christmas

December 29, 2008

We survived!

We survived the 16+ hours in the car (total, not each way).

We survived the usual family dramas which occur.

We survived way too many, and way too large gifts from the families (and I even had a little spot cleared to see out the back window!).

We survived way too much good food and good (very good!) wine.

We even survived my in-laws open floorplan house with no good places to put up gates and a 14 month old who recently learned how much fun climbing and playing with remotes can be.

We even managed to not over-buy gifts for the kids ourselves… and survived. In fact, my daughter, when we were discussing her presents, even said to us, “Wow! I didn’t know I was that good!”

I didn’t either…

The Election and My Kids

November 11, 2008

One more thing on the election…

At first, I was a little disappointed that the historic nature of this year’s election would be lost on my kids, what with them being 4 and 1.

However, the more I thought about it, the happier I was that they would grow up thinking it was perfectly normal that anyone, not just white males, could run for President and that anyone, not just white males, could potentially be elected.

And that’s the kind of world I want my kids to grow up in.


July 28, 2008

I don’t know what the deal is with my daughter and the idea of evil lately, but this weekend I heard the following:

After scraping her arm on the fireplace screen, “The fireplace is evil, and I want to get rid of it.”

And my personal favorite:

“Dad, you are so evil, I am going to sneak up on you!”

I gotta ask her what “evil” means.. I have a feeling there’s another good quote to come out of this.

The Boy and The Girl

July 10, 2008

The boy learned to crawl a little less than two weeks ago. With my daughter, it was the pacifier she crawled to. It took us a while to find the right “crawl to” object for the boy, but we finally did – a balloon. Now, he feels he’s a pro (i.e. he remembers to move the arms so he does fall flat on his face) and has begun practicing his standing. God help us.

The girl was at the toy store the other day with me, and we looked at a lot of “I want” items. When we finally found the Ariel playset (which itself is unusual, because this toy store is an independent store, and usually stocks the not Toys R Us type products), my daughter thought it over and told me, “Daddy, I am comfortable with this [toy]”. Well, I wouldn’t want her to be uncomfortable with any of her toys. We have it on reserve until she can forget about it Monday.


July 10, 2008

My wedding anniversary is quickly approaching. This year is the “Pottery Anniversary”, if you follow such things.

My in-laws have a nice set of tableware from Bennington Pottery that they bought up in Vermont. I like the set they got. But then I discovered Heath Ceramics (does ceramics = pottery? who cares – close enough), and promptly fell in love with their Coupe line of dinnerware.

Only problem – I am not sure I want to spend almost $32 per plate (not to mention bowls, mugs, etc) with two small children… although, the set would look great paired with Heath’s upcoming children’s line of dinnerware.

I guess it is back to the drawing board with the pottery… if anyone has any ideas in the next couple of days, just let me know!

Neighborhood Wierdos

June 25, 2008

Today, we officially joined the ranks of the neighborhood wierdos.

Today, we put a leash on our cat, and took him outside.

This cat is the cat that is constantly trying to get outside. He’s managed twice, so far, in his life to get out. Each time, he immediately ran under our neighbor’s bushes and sat there.

So today, we put the leash on. He actually did not resist the collar, or the leash. I took him to the door – the same door he tries to bolt out of when it is open – and he sat there looking out. And sat there. And sat there.

Finally, I picked him up and put him outside. He immediately slinked back toward the door, only to find it closed. Finally, he began to explore, and headed straight for the bushes. With the leash, I was able to keep him from going under them, but he then spent the next 5 minutes rolling in dirt.

My daughter wanted to hold the leash, but with the cat a little freaked out, I didn’t want her to choke him, accidentally or otherwise. Eventually, she got bored and went with Ms. Kaz across the street to say hello to “friend doggy”.

What amazed me is that the cat didn’t mind the leash. I remember my mother trying this stunt with out cats when I was younger, and the cat immediately dropped and began clawing and chewing at the leash. My guess is that, after a few times out, he’ll be comfortable with the outside, then he’ll focus on the leash.

I can’t wait to be “that guy who walks his cat”.

Where am I?

June 24, 2008

Man, this guy hasn’t posted anything here in a while.

Where is he?

Oh, wait, that guy is me.

Sorry, all, but things have been really busy this summer, and I plan to post about some of it.

In the meantime, here’s a little quote which makes me rethink the impact commercials have on kids.

Ms. Kaz (brushing teeth)
Daughter: Mommy, it’s a good thing you use a Reach toothbrush.
Ms. Kaz: Really? Why?
Daughter: It cleans better.
Ms. Kaz: Does it?
Daughter: Yeah, it reached places and ordinary toothbrush can’t reach.
Ms. Kaz: …
Daughter: …
Ms. Kaz: Where did you learn that?
Daughter: Onna commercial.
Ms. Kaz: How did you know we had a Reach toothbrush?
Daughter: I recognized the letters.

I think she’s lost TV for a quite a while. Me? I’m gonna start showing her commercials for sports cars, so she can help me convince Ms. Kaz we need one!

Conversations With…: Kids and technology

May 1, 2008

Man, kids seem to be learning and understanding earlier and earlier. It must have something to do with the fast pace of technological change. My parents thought it was fast when I was a kid, I’m sure, but it wasn’t like it is today.

My daughter, a few weeks ago, was watching some sort of video on the computer. I had to feed The Boy his bottle, so I told her, “just move the mouse over the movie you want and click,” and in the time I was getting the bottle ready, she must have watched 3 other video.

Last night, when getting her ready for bed, she told me, “I have one hundred friends!”

“Wow,” I said, “that’s a lot”


“Is that Friendster, or Facebook?” I asked. She thought for a bit, then told me, “Facebook.”

Maybe it is time to put a password on the ol’ Internet.