Workin’ at the playground.
The boys tore it up with some friends this morning. And they drove one family from the park.
More on that later…
Workin’ at the playground.
The boys tore it up with some friends this morning. And they drove one family from the park.
More on that later…
I’ve had the same theme at The Daddy Complex since I started it nearly three years ago. I figured it was time to try a new look. One major benefit is individual posts now feature share/tweet/+1 options, so… y’know… feel free to share/tweet/+1.
I’m still tweaking it but, if you haven’t visited the actual site in a while, pop by and check it out.
Or don’t. I don’t care.
So, my play premieres next weekend and I just found out the movie I wrote was accepted in the San Luis Obispo Film Festival.
Yay!… I hope I’m not using up all my good luck for the year.
This is relevant to my parenting blog because the film is about our struggle with infertility.
(I feel kinda funny posting this right after asking everyone to spread the word about my puppet show.)
The boys weren’t listening to us at bedtime last night, so I roped them in by taking art requests. (This table is in their room.) Here’s who requested what…
Afterward, we all named our animals.
Can you help me out with something?
I thought a puppet show about raising babies would take off, but the build has been pretty slow. (I’m sure our hiatus didn’t help either.)
I really want to get Fighting With Babies out to more people. If you don’t mind, please share either the latest episode or the main YouTube channel with your Facebook friends, Twitter and Tumblr followers, your blog readers, your AA sponsor — anyone you think might dig it.
Thanks a heap, everyone. You are super-awesome.
And I mean that.
Me:
Hey, guys. Tell Mama the song you insisted I sing to you last night.
Boone:
No.
Wife:
What was the song?
Me:
"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Poo."
Out of red wine
And full of all the farts.
Off to dutch oven the mister!
Very few things on the intertubes make me actually LOL. This did.