Liveblogging My Sunday With My Daughter

My wife has started a part-time job, working on some nights and weekends. It isn’t in her field (graphic design), but I think it will help her feel better that she’s contributing to the family financially (though she does so much for us already taking care of our daughter – she should be paid for that!). So, this Sunday, her first day at work, I got to hang out with my daughter. In a sure sign I’m addicted to blogging, I kept some notes of our time together, for the purpose of “liveblogging” it here. Be wanted. Some details may be slightly exaggerated for comedic effect. 🙂

10:30 AM – My wife leaves for work. My daughter (22 months old) handles it well, but after a few minutes says “Daddie holdie.” I do.

10:45 AM – Daughter wants to draw, but not with her crayons. Rather, she wants to use pencils. I find no harm in this as long as I keep a close eye on things. Nothing other than paper gets drawn on, as far as I know.

10:50 AM – Snack time. Also the first time I’m able to sit down since my wife left. Things are fun so far and I’m getting a workout.

11:00 AM – I turn my head for one nanosecond, only to find my daughter has carried a chair to the kitchen, on top of the hard, slate floor, climbed up on it, and says, “I wash my hands”. I calmly tell her we don’t climb on chairs. The girl has no fear. This starts the clock watching. One hour down, four to go. **sigh**

11:15 AM – My daughter entertains herself playing with her Playtown people. It’s so cool to see her entertain herself. She even fluctuates her voice for the different people. She give the “daddy” a low voice and the “momma” a high voice. At this point she could ask me for a Ferrari, and I’d probably buy her one.

11:25 AM – MAJOR DIAPER INCIDENT! Enough said.

11:30 AM – I let her watch Charlie and Lola, a really cute British cartoon on the Disney Channel. Whew!

12:00 PM – Lunch time. I heat up pork chops and green beans from the night before. I get everything ready and she tells me “Eat at little table!”. That’s fine with me. She ate pretty well actually, and when she wasn’t eating she was singing songs. It feels nice to sit.

12:30 PM – She’s done eating. I clean up and note the time. The hockey game is on T.V. I hope to turn it on with the sound off, figuring she won’t really notice it. My daughter asks me for “Emma Ms” (M&Ms).

12:35 PM – I turn on the hockey game and my daughter and I pretend to play hockey, and no I don’t wear my ice skates in the living room. I’ve learned my lesson on that one.

12:45 PM – My daughter notices a lady bug in the house and I attempt to “humanely” remove it from the house. It flies away, though, and my daughter says, “lady bug all gone”. Bugs 1, Struggling Writer – 0.

1:00 PM – We lay on the couch together and I read books in a desperate attempt to get her to take a nap. Just when I think it’s working, she springs up with another energy burst. I break out Mountain Dew number 2.

1:30 PM – I ask her if she wants to use the potty and she says she wants to use “momma’s potty”, so we go up to the bathroom and I hold her while she uses our toilet. It works! We call her grandparents to tell them the good news.

1:45 PM – My daughter is playing with her big green ball. At one point she was lying on the ground and the ball rolled away, prompting her to say, “Don’t run away from me ball, I read to you.” Commence melting of my heart.

2:15 PM – I need a nap and my daughter turns off the hockey game, confident the Penguins are going to win, I guess.

2:15 – 3:00 PM – I don’t know what happened. It’s all a blur. Maybe I blacked out for a bit. Anyhow, at 3:00 we got our coats on and met my wife at the mall to share Auntie Ann’s pretzels. I survived my time alone with my daughter and got a new appreciation for what my wife does every day.

Well, that was my day. It was fun and exhausting.

Mike Tyson’s Punchout

I saw this today on ExtraLife and I just had to share it here. The video plays out as a movie trailer for a Mike Tyson’s Punch-Out movie. You really need to watch it to see the full awesomeness of it. Words cannot describe how cool this is. I also would like to point out that Punch-Out is one of my favorite video games of all time, and it reminds me of a time in my life when I actually had free time to play video games.

Check this out, you won’t be disappointed. And yes, I would watch this movie.

Roller Shoes

I would like to take a moment this morning and discuss something that I believe is of the utmost importance to the futurerollerusa_rollershoe.jpg of this country. Sure, that whole war on terror thing is important, but I’m not talking about that. Instead I’m talking about the Roller Shoe.

Have you seen these things? It is literally a shoe with wheels on the bottom, made only for kids. Yeah, you heard that right. While I’m expending all my energy like a chump moving from place to place having to lift my feet as I walk, kids can simply flip a switch and glide to where ever they are going.

In my mind, these shoes are a great thing. Who wouldn’t want to have roller skates at the disposal, available at one’s whim? So, why aren’t they available to adults? It’s so obvious. Kids are ruling the world, but we haven’t noticed it yet. I can come up with no other conclusion. So next time you are at the McDonalds getting a happy meal, or at the Chucky Cheese playing some video games, or reading your child a goodnight story, be extra nice because they are in fact in charge of things now. Plus, they have wheels on their shoes! They could totally outrun your sorry old butt (This is just a generalization. Not all of you have sorry old butts).


On my way to work, I drive by a local High School. From what I can tell, a lot of the students walk to school, something I never had the option to do when I was growing up. A group of three girls– an athletic girl, a preppy girl, and a goth girl all high school age– were crossing the street in front of my car as I waited at the stop light.

As they approached the other side of the road, Athletic Girl pointed and seemed to say something to the effect of “There’s a gigantic puddle in our way!”. I’m not really sure what she said, as I was listening to th comedy station on XM Radio. At this point I started to get interested. “How are they going to get across that puddle?” I thought to myself.

Athletic Girl was first to make an attempt to cross the puddle and she was quite successful. She simply took a running start and jumped the puddle, narrowly avoiding a shoe full of mud.

Next, it was Preppy girl’s turn. Though it was probably 45 degrees Fahrenheit this morning, Preppy girl was wearing sandals, which are probably not designed for long jumps. Still, I expected her to attempt the jump anyhow. Instead, she tip-toed through the puddle, making sure not to get her jeans wet. At least she wasn’t wearing socks.

Finally, it was Goth Girl’s turn to navigate the puddle. Acting as though the puddle wasn’t even there, Goth Girl simply walked a straight line through the puddle, not acknowledging the fact that it would probably be several hours before her socks and shoes were fully dry. She would rather suffer the dampness of her footwear, than give the puddle satisfaction of knowing it affected her.

This all happened in a matter of minutes, but it made me smile. I imagine I would have attempted to jump the puddle, but there is something to be said for not letting obstacles get in our way. It was also interesting to see how three different people tacked a problem in different ways.

Oversize Load


I was driving to work today and I passed a large 18 wheeler, with a banner on the front and back that said “Oversize Load”. I started to feel a little bad for the poor 18 wheeler, having to go through life labeled in such a fashion. It’s probably bad enough to be an 18 wheeler and always having to worry if will fit in a tunnel or overpass and not being able to park in a normal parking space. Then people decide to smack that “Oversize Load” banner on it as if they’re saying, “Make room for the big truck!” It’s just not right. I think they need a more politically correct sign than “Oversize Load”. Maybe something like “spacially challenged” would be more appropriate.

Weekend and a YouTube Clip (Monty Python)

I had a pretty nice weekend, I hope you all did as well. Yesterday, I had our 2 month old daughter in my parent’s swimming pool. I held her and dipped her feet into the water. She loves her baths and we were interested to see how she liked the pool. She seemed confused but I think she enjoyed it once she got used to it. We only had her in for 5 minutes because it was too hot and sunny outside. This will probably be the last time she gets to wear her “bikini”, as she is now too big for it.

I came across this clip of Graham Chapman’s memorial service on YouTube last week. John Cleese gives a pretty funny speech and at the end the Monty Python crew sings “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life”. There is a little bit of foul language in the clip, so watch out while viewing at work. I found it pretty funny.