Browsing All posts tagged under »Parenting«

Stupid things I tried so now you don’t have to #1

June 7, 2011

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Novel uses for model rocket engines Model rockets are pretty fun. They’re basically a cardboard tube with little wings at the bottom. You insert an “engine”, which, when ignited, blasts the thing up into the clouds where the wind inevitably carries it off to the next town along with the 30 bucks you paid for […]

What’s got into my parents? A pre–teen’s puberty guide to your changing parents

June 5, 2011

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Son, you’ve been reading all those books about what to expect as you go through puberty. You’re learning about all the changes starting to take place in your body, all the weird feelings, emotions, hairy bits, odors, the whole thing. The books are way better than they were when my folks first left a copy […]

Being my son is a big responsibility

June 2, 2011

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Son, here’s a list of things that I suck at. I’m telling you this because I fully expect to re-live my life through you, and I plan to do it better this time. I could just compensate for my inadequacies the way most people would and buy a Hummer or something, but you know how […]

Slow down. Puberty’s overrated anyway.

May 30, 2011

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You’re scaring me a bit here, son. I had no idea that reading books about puberty would make you wish you had zits. I get that they’re a sign of growing up, but so are smelly feet and I don’t see you checking for that everyday.

Dealing with Dad means embracing embarrassment

May 25, 2011

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OK, son, listen up. I got a comment on the blog the other day from a long-time friend. You, on the other hand, have not yet commented once. I’m not mad because I suspect that you have yet to figure out how to hack your way around the parental controls on your computer. At some […]

Thanks for stopping by…Please tell me what you thought

May 22, 2011

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Thanks for stopping by. Please tell me what you think Like it or hate it, I sure would like to know. So please rate what you read–it’s the only way I know what readers like or don’t like. And if you really want to see me do the happy dance, leave a comment. Hell, you […]