The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
The book

Go with the flow…

But keep your plunger handy.

Stark Raving Dad

The blog
  • So thrilled to be able to say this… Here’s wishing all the Stark Raving Dad’s out there all the best on your special day, and looking forward to next year when Stark Raving Dad comes out!!!  This is a cover option a kinda like, but i’m still kinda hooked on the toilet pic.  Now, gotta run… its brunch time!

 

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!

  • So thrilled to be able to say this… Here’s wishing all the Stark Raving Dad’s out there all the best on your special day, and looking forward to next year when Stark Raving Dad comes out!!!  This is a cover option a kinda like, but i’m still kinda hooked on the toilet pic.  Now, gotta run… its brunch time!...

  • THE ICING ON THE FACE Blue Hands Blue Lips Blue Face Blue icing all over the place What could be better than frosting? Certainly not cake ‘Cuz you haven’t touched a lick of it   Yup, I wrote this one before I found the picture.  Cuz that looks a bit more turquoise… but “turquoise hands, turquoise lips, turquoise face” doesn’t read quite as cleanly.  This pic is, of course, taken 30 seconds before all hell breaks loose.  15 kids hyped on sugary frosting ready to hit the inflatables!!  EXCEPT, they already did that… so instead, they all get packed into a 20 x 20 room, as the decibel levels rises with every lick. I wonder if we should just give each of them a packet of frosting, skip the cake, and do it BEFORE they go on the inflatable slides and jumpies.  Maybe, just possibly, hopefully, we might get them to take a nap afterwards.  Just sayin’  ...

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