Triple The Dad

We aren’t getting any sleep, here, and before you say “welcome to the club,” know that our triplets have always been pretty good sleepers.  Anyway, we aren’t getting any sleep, and you can probably relate.  We are now part of the Slow Zombie Parents.  A little introduction:  When I say slow, I don’t mean it derogatorily.  Instead, “slow zombies” refers to the types of zombies typically featured in older movies.  Those are the zombies we in the parenting set are most familiar with, I’d imagine - Zombies slowed by the fact that they are held together by rotting flesh and essentially brainless.  Not the newer, “fast zombies” that move at Usain Bolt speeds and cut on a dime like Adrian Peterson.  Those zombies move spectacularly for even a healthy human construction, let alone one made of only the flimsiest of remaining connective tissue. You know what can make you a zombie (in real, real life)? The poison from a fugu fish - i.e. Japanese Blo...

Three things I don’t know how my kids learned: -           All three sleep on their bellies.  We were big “back-to-sleep” parents, so its not like we were putting them down that way.  I am, and always have been a belly sleeper, but they have been in their own room since they were just months old - there is no way this is a learned behavior.  I guess two of them could have learned it from the other, but its odd that they all ended up that way. -           What is it, from a genetic standpoint, that makes kids not eat crust?  I eat my crusts; my wife eats her crusts.  At 2.5 years old our kids haven’t been around any other children who refuse their crusts.  And yet…no crusts -           They all like to have their ears covered when they sleep.  This is something my wife does.  I wasn't really totally aw...

It's Spring time, so of course parents are going to be outside with their kids at the playground.  And if adults are outside, of course they have their cell phones on them.  And it someone has some piece of relatively new tech with them, of course some Luddite is going to complain. It happened this week when my Facebook feed lit up with a post chastising a Mom at a playground for being on her phone.  Being on her phone while... what exactly was happening? What exactly was she missing?  The story chastises her for missing, well, I guess its point is that she is missing her child's childhood.  In reality, as I mentioned in a previous post, she is missing no such thing.  If she is any kind of parent, she has seen her kid climb steps and go down a slide. What the post ignores is that we outsiders have no idea what she is doing on that phone.  Sure, it fits into our nice preconceived notion if she is texting a friend (oooooh, please let be a drug dea...