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Go with the flow…

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Stark Raving Dad

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The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • Believe me when I say, I have lots of notes and pics like this.  They’re all kinda funny, and at the same time, kinda sad.  When you see something like this – you feel like you were just ruining your poor kids life.  So??  Were we torturing our kids by taking them to church?  Or saving their souls from eternal damnation?   Who the heck knows??  But ultimately, the battle of time has won out… and we don’t really go to church.  Frankly, the effort, the battling, and the fac

 

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

  • Believe me when I say, I have lots of notes and pics like this.  They’re all kinda funny, and at the same time, kinda sad.  When you see something like this – you feel like you were just ruining your poor kids life.  So??  Were we torturing our kids by taking them to church?  Or saving their souls from eternal damnation?   Who the heck knows??  But ultimately, the battle of time has won out… and we don’t really go to church.  Frankly, the effort, the battling, and the fact that its the only time we have(period!) to run errands… and church, has sadly fallen by the wayside.  Now, of course,  that time is taken up by even more soccer games.  We spend a lot of time driving to soccer games on  Sundays – no longer talking about how we never make it to church, but how we never make it to run errands…  Time. Time. Time.  … Sigh. My......

  • What is the hardest thing in the world?  Well at 2am, in the dark, its one of those small wooden blocks painted with a letter!!   I wrote this poem the day after stepping on one.  And frankly, I was AMAZED at how much it hurt.  It probably didn’t help that i was very tired, and very grumpy.  I quickly learned my lesson – you should turn on the light before you wade through the mine fields.  Of course, at that time, I had completely forgotten that our living room was a danger zone. I do remember trying not to scream (the kid was asleep finally!!) and boy did I want to scream.  That little brightly colored block hurt SOOOO much.  And I’ve stepped on tacks, nails, glass, sharp rocks… you name it… but this one was the winner. THE HARDEST THING IN THE WORLD If you’ve ever stepped on a small, square block in the dark, at 2am It’s......

Stark Raving Dads are formed in the fiery forges of constant motion and catastrophe. With kids – we learn we may never have a free moment again, Mom no longer appreciates our sarcastic humor, and that we weren’t completely ready. But you are not alone! There are millions of Stark Raving Dads just like you – utilizing a strong sense of self-preservation, and conveniently overlooking loaded diapers.

 

This blog is my chance to share with other Stark Raving Dads. Its also a great spot to “test drive” new poems, spotlight the “challenges” of fatherhood, and ignore the peanut butter smudges on my armrests. My parental control is being tested everyday… and it all happens – right here!

RESPONSIBILITY ARRIVES ON THE

WINDS OF DIAPER CHANGE.

Stark Raving Dad