Tag: dadlife
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On Writer’s Block Buster
Boys, Every so often, I have a hard time figuring out what to write to you. I am approaching 100 posts, and I have a post for that one. But I’m having a hard time getting there because I just can’t seem to find anything worthwhile to say to you. Most writers experience this from…
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On Here’s a Shitty Airport Story for You
Boys, So I want to start by saying that this blog is for you two. I want you to have something you can look back on and learn a little bit about what our lives were like at a time you probably won’t remember very much of when you’re older. Maybe reading these will spark…
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On Reagan the Reader
Dad writes and Reagan reads. I’m always proud of you, and moments like this are why I think you’re so great!
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On The First 30 Minutes
Boys, Yesterday and today, your mom’s been out of town for a WCR conference in Boston, and the three of us are having a couple little mid-week #BoysNights. Your mom flew out yesterday morning after Reagan got on the bus, so it stands to reason that #boysnight numero uno started as soon as Reagan got…
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On Where you Come From – Papa Rauch
Third installment to the Where you Come From series.
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On Misty Morning Ranch – The Ostrich Experience
We went to Pinehurst thinking we’d look at real estate and let your mom play in a golf tournament. What we found turned out the be just about the polar opposite.
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On Two Stories
Koen, Lately, we’ve been foregoing songs at night in exchange for a story. When I was little, I remember my dad could just tell me stories and he had a way of coming up with really creative stories. I hadn’t thought about that in a long time, but I noticed that it’s something I can…
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On Can We Go to the Front Yard?
Nevermind the shade and convenience of going out back, let’s go out front where I can just sit in the sun and watch you take everything out of the garage.
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On Folsom Koen Blues
Boys, The thing about harmonicas is that they’re an easy instrument to sound decent at without really having any technique. That’s not to say that a skilled harmonicist (that can’t be right) can’t be incredible at their craft and their passion and all that. A harmonica is kind of like a piano with only the…