I am going to start with a brief update regarding my knee, but then quickly move onto more entertaining news (i.e. stories about my kids). I know that the last post was a little bit of a whine-fest, and I’ve done plenty more whining about it offline (just ask the wife), so no need to repeat here. To the point, I have a bucket-handle tear of my right medial meniscus (cartilage in the knee). It requires surgery to remove the torn region as that part of the meniscus cannot typically be repaired due to a lack of blood flow. Continue reading
So, as I sit here at the orthopedic and sports medicine doctor’s office awaiting an MRI on my knee, let me give all of you parents a friendly piece of advice. Never, ever play with your kids and their toys as it can be extremely detrimental to your health.
Wait, what? Don’t be too quick to disregard this pearl of wisdom. I know that at first glance, it might seem counter-intuitive or even bizarre, but let me assure you that it is not. Continue reading
Let me start out today by posing a question. I bet most parents out there can correctly guess the answer. What do baby wipes, plastic utensils, Tupperware containers, and canned goods have in common?
Well, if you were to ask my one-year-old Clare (and if she could verbalize a response), she would tell you that they are the most fascinating toys that she owns. Continue reading
I am going to preface this post by saying that the wife had one requirement for me when first starting the blog, and that was to not apologize for long delays between posts. The whole, “I’m sorry that I haven’t written in so long” is a serious pet peeve for her.
So, consider this an explanation, not an apology. Active dad has been, well, active. Very active. In fact, I have a million other things that I need to get done, so I’m going to try and crank this post out pretty fast. Of course, when it comes to writing, I am never fast, as the wife can attest, but genius like this is an art form which cannot be rushed. Wait, what was I talking about again? Continue reading