Triple The Dad

I acquired a bunch of injuries over the last 36 years.  Some as a child: I once fell from row 12 of a bleacher.  At least it seemd that high in my sub-10-year-old mind.  In reality it was probably like row 3.  I've got a few scars from football practice in high school.  I carry around some emotion scars from that time as well (insert rim shot).  I've got a scar on my leg where a doctor removed some kind of growth.  Some as an adult: I've gotten a pretty nasty scar on my right wrist from window installation. Each tells a story deeper and more meaningful than a tattoo ever could.  But none matches my recent ankle injury.  It is two quarter-sized patches of ... well, dead and hardened skin.  It is white and crusted layers of skin.  The result of sitting on my feet while playing with the triplets it proves impervious to lotion.  What I call Dad Ankle improved a bit after removing the carpet from the playroom....

What I've been reading this week: The Golden Rule , just follow it.   How to help – or make – children succeed. Dads who share beds with kids produce less testosterone – Good or bad? Keep poisonous cleaning agents away from kids – who would have thought? Fish oil no help for infant allergies. and finally... I'd still feed them to my kids, but: Organiclly raised food not healthier or safer than alternatives.