Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1751. A week ago Captain and Mrs. Captain held a garage sale. We sold some stuff. Donated some stuff to Goodwill, and still have some stuff. It was harder than the Captain thought it would be. For more reasons than you think. The obvious challenge is setting up the…
Month: June 2012
Those Pencils Protect Us
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1747. I took the Eldest to the Air Show yesterday. She had a lot of fun. There were planes, bouncey houses, planes, and did I mention bouncey houses? She wasn’t super impressed with the planes unless they were flying, but she got to spend some quality time with her…
S.O.S. Garage Sale
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1743. The Garage Sale. Is. Here. All I know is somebody better come buy this stuff. So we have advertised on Craigslist and in a mommy group that Mrs. Captain is in. I don’t have a local Daddy group (I do roll with LifeofDad.com – what set you claiming?…
New Shoes
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1742. Yesterday was a big day – the Diaper Dweller’s first pair of shoes. We made the trek to Stride Rite and had the boy measured. Mrs. Captain would not let me buy the R2D2 shoes (they didn’t have my size), however we did settle on a nice pair…
Be Your Own Gold Medalist
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1727. I mentioned in my recent Life of Dad post that I was issuing a challenge. There are 36 Olympic Sports.(Click on the “Sports” dropbox to see them) I want to see how many of the 36 the Poop Deck Community (that’s my name for you guys. Crappy name…
Ergo Contest
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles Diaper Date 1729. This is a shameless post in an effort to win an Ergo Performance Carrier. Here is the blog link. So I am supposed to identify how I would use said carrier. Basically, my plan is to train my children to be crime fighters. Think The Incredibles, but with…
Athletic Prowess
Captain’s Log. Daddy Chronicles. Diaper Date 1729. So one of the things about having a daughter is that, as a dad, you are forced to prove yourself in unexpected ways. With sons, it is different. With sons you can break boards, bricks, smash through a wall, grunt loudly, maybe spit, and people look at you…