Triple The Dad

Its Super Bowl time, and since my team didn't make it, I haven't been paying very close attention.  But I got to talking with Aaron Gouveia on Twitter after I noticed one of his tweets about how a redhead would never QB a team to said Super Bowl.  Essentially, Aaron was mocking redheads.  My team doesn't have a redheaded QB, so we are safe (for now!), but I mentioned to him that this might fall under the term of bullying.  Aaron, in case you don't know, is rightfully well known in the Daddy-bloggersphere for his excellent  Daddy Files blog.  Seriously, go read it now,  and follow @DaddyFiles on Twitter.  And before I really get going on this rant, let me say: I get it.  Even as great as Gouveia is, he probably can't hold candle to the prestige, money and social status of a Pro-Bowl NFL player like Andy Dalton.  Andy Dalton could never do another thing in the NFL and probably still have more name recognition, money and power than Go...

I have three-year-old triplets and lets face it, Christmas is all about the kids.  Once you get to a certain age Christmas is nice, but in reality its all about the kids. As an adult, New Year becomes your Christmas. Think about; you ask for all kinds things adults want - health, wealth, a better body, more drive.  It is the worst Christmas ever, because you don't ever get any of what you ask for, but you get the idea. And yes, I'm aware I missed the "window" for cool, new year resolution posts about how I'm going to be a better Dad, better husband, and better blogger in 2015.  I've got news for you: I've missed the window of "cool" for just about everything since around 1988. Except the head-shaving trend.  I started shaving my head in 1995-1996 and after 18 years of atrocious hair, I got way out ahead of that trend.  So far out that my friends' Moms asked if I was a Nazi.  But that is another story for another time. Today is Jan. ...

I have triplets and I need help.  I'm sure you probably already figured that, but this goes beyond the uniqueness of raising triplets.  You see, I have kind of a unique parenting problem to share with you that needs the attention of top notch scientists at NASA or some top science lab.   Because I don't want my family to end up in the hands of angry, gun-wielding agents, I’m throwing this secret out to the blogosphere so you can direct me to the good scientists.  Like maybe those guys in the movie ET.  The ones in the version with the guns edited out.  More moral and less angry ones, if possible.  Back to the problem at hand: I have a broad, but fairly shallow understanding of the science I’m about to get into, which is why I need the help, but stay with me. You see, I have time-travelling triplets .  They can literally alter time; seemingly at will. Case in point: I look down at my watch and, lucky me, I have an hour to get th...