Like most of you, I've spent the last few weeks poring over my children's Christmas lists and dividing their requests into three simple categories: Reasonable Let The Relatives Spring For It Is My Kid Effin' Insane? That last category covers most items on my daughter's Christmas list. Our li'l diva, having been brainwashed by the flashy lifestyles of Disney Channel sitcom teens and tweens, believes the Yule time entitles her to a cell phone, a MacBook Pro and a 42-inch flat screen for her bedroom among other things. ME: "What is this you wrote here: … [Read more...]
Among the photographs from my 2003 deployment to Iraq is one that sticks out. There’s a woman in uniform, not unlike every other picture I have of persons I served with there. But then there’s this guy. He has no BDU t-shirt or DCU pants; he’s in a white cotton button up with rolled sleeves and blue jeans. He’s sitting on a dusty cot next to our tent, his arms out, his lips pursed mid-sentence, and he’s smiling. He’s holding a shawarma wrapped in plastic he’s brought from his home to give us a break from the MREs we shared at lunch every day under our camouflage netting-covered “porch." His … [Read more...]
After watching Despicable Me with the kids years ago and loving those little yellow guys wreaking havoc, it seemed only fitting that I refer to my own children as "my minions." We all know that getting everyone out to the car can be a pain so I took a lesson from Gru and now say "Minions! ASSEMBLE!" before we head out. The kids love it with the only drawback being the occasional "Bee-do-bee-do-bee-do" siren the whole way out. As a bald guy, Halloween costumes can be a challenge so I try to pick characters that are already bald like Dr. Evil, Voldemort, and in 2013, Gru. It also meant … [Read more...]
What stars shine and fade and shine again in the sky; warming upturned faces with the glow of patriotism writ loud upon a black canvas? Why, those would be fireworks. I fucking hate fireworks. I didn't always. Then the kids came, and we moved and I found myself penned in by seasonally jingoistic merrymakers. Packed into a neighborhood where the houses are separated by long, thin driveways, real estate law and little else. Neighbors' voices come unbidden, crashing through screens in windows open to the summer, and alerting us to their favorite jam or who, exactly, needs to "fuck … [Read more...]
Being a dad proved a little crazy in these parts last week, what with an appearance at a special "dad edition" of The White House Summit on Working Families, us launching this here website, and -- oh -- a few hundred media outlets around the globe deciding, "Hey, let's ask these City Dad characters what they know about fathers playing an important role in their kids' live" all at once.
For those who missed the media blitz, here's some links and photos from all that happened last week:
"‘It makes me … [Read more...]