I’m a Soccer Dad

Whereas up to now, I’ve been a soccer step dad. Not a huge difference, mainly semantics. Still, the fact remains, the triplets entered the world of competitive sports over the weekend (their team name is Mr. Ball) and I reflected a bit upon it this past Friday over at Babble.

To check it out, click HERE.

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Back to School With Triplets: Easy as 1, 2, 3, Right?

You think he and the other two triplets will make a splash at school?

For years, my wife and I assumed that our lives would become a bit easier once our triplets finally started school. What we didn’t realize, however, was just how complicated of a decision-making process awaited us.

First, there’s the question of which school we should send them to. Had there been just one child, there’d likely be no debate. We’d probably send “that child” to the same school our rising fifth grader goes to – a private school she’s attended since kindergarten.

But I’ve always had an internal struggle with the concept of forking over big bucks for a private-school education that begins in kindergarten as opposed to one that begins in, say, the fifth grade. You multiply the cost of that kindergarten year by three, and that internal struggle just turned into an internal fist fight.

Read the rest at BabbleVoices by clicking HERE.

Photo credit — Beth Lankler

Younger Siblings and the Unfortunate Byproduct of Playing Up

when little kids find themselves in sandboxes meant for their older siblings.

A Phrase is Coined

Shortly after I married Caroline, she introduced me to the concept of “playing up.” Only she didn’t call it “playing up” because, unlike me, she’s not prone to coining phrases for varied and random phenomenon. Regardless, she was talking about a precocious little boy, one who had the reputation of dropping age-inappropriate pop culture references. Along with the occasional F-bomb. I wondered aloud how such a young kid could already be swimming in the profane waters of sexual innuendo, to which Caroline replied:

To read more, click over to BabbleVoices by clicking HERE.

Women, Motherhood, Body Images and Other Things I Have No Right To Discuss

I’d been playing around with a concept that pertains to women, motherhood and body images (I know — risky territory) and I think I may have finally gotten it right in a recent post I wrote about Caroline over at Disney Baby. At first, I wasn’t going to link to it from my personal blog because, again, it’s a concept that I’ve touched on before. But I just saw a little while ago that the post had gotten a decent number of FB likes on the BabyDisney site, so I figured that meant it struck some type of chord which is why I decided to link it after all. If you’ve ever lamented the toll that pregnancy / motherhood has taken upon your body, I hope this post “speaks to you,” though I also hope that you don’t use verbiage like “wow, that post really spoke to me” a bunch, because, you know, you’d sound kinda hoaky and all.

Anyway, to read the post, click HERE.

How the DVR Ruined My Vacation in Specific and Parenting in General

Ah, the DVR. Goodtimes, right? It’s like a babysitter, only with clearer skin and no Justin Bieber fixation.

Well, it’s not really a babysitter, ’cause, you know, it’s not like Caroline and I park the kids in front of the TV, dial up a little Wow Wow Wubbzy, then scamper off to a romantic dinner or anything. But that still doesn’t mean the DVR hasn’t ever watched our kids. Because it has.

continue reading at BabbleVoices by clicking HERE.

10 Things We’ve Fished Outta Luke’s Mouth. This Week.

It’s like Jonah and the belly of a whale. Only it’s random stuff and the mouth of a baby. Well, it’s almost like that. I mean, unlike Jonah, this stuff wasn’t inside Luke’s mouth for three days. More like three seconds. Okay fine. Three minutes. Tops. But seriously, it’s not like it’s our fault.

Read more over at DisneyBaby by clicking HERE.

Give Luke a Haircut? We’ll, um, Mullet Over

My wife and I have picked up on a trend in our household, and it pertains to our baby, Luke. More specifically his hair. It keeps growing. And we keep letting it grow despite the fact it’s clearly time to cut it. And I’m not quite sure why.

(But I give it a few guesses over DisneyBaby. To continue reading, click HERE)

The Boys of Summer

When I first learned that Caroline was pregnant with triplets, I remember distinctly hoping that one of them was a girl. Not that I was rooting against boys. I wasn’t. It’s just that I always loved the whole “Daddy’s little girl,” concept, not to mention the fact that I didn’t get the honor of being Alli’s stepdad till she was six, which meant that I had missed out those pivotal years when a dad first becomes smitten with his little girl.

And I wanted to know what it felt like when a mini-Caroline took my breath away. What it felt like to see such pureness, such beauty. And Kirby has delivered all that and more. But as much as I’ve cherished the experience, I can’t say it was unexpected. It wasn’t.

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Instant Classic: Triplets Learn to Ride a Bike [30 second Video]

So two things. First, I caught a magic moment on video and have uploaded it to YouTube and embedded it below. And though the picture above would suggest that it’s a video of Kirby, it’s actually a video of my fearless little Sammy. And it’s only 30 seconds, so wear it out.

But second, it’s a snippet from a longer video (3 minutes) I made for Sony over at Babble. It’s about how a feature of their Handycam actually helped me teach my trio how to ride their bikes.

I’ve long used the Sony Handycam for all my home movies and their newest model is top flight. If you’d like to win one, go over to my Babble piece and watch the video (or don’t, but you should) then leave a comment detailing your favorite video and you’ll be entered to win. Sound good? Then click HERE.

But not before you watch this. You’ll be so happy you did — it’s an instant classic:

Aurora, Penn State and the Fine Line Between Tragedy and Commerce

Two of the most horrific tragedies in recent memory have dominated the news cycle of late. I’m speaking, of course, about the Aurora shooting and the scandal at Penn State. And as a parent, one of my greatest struggles is determining how best to broach such topics with my children. While I’ve given the matter plenty of thought, I’m afraid my official policy is still a bit fuzzy.

In my defense, four of my five are way too young to discuss such topics. The triplets are only four and our baby just turned one. But our ten-year-old is coming of age right before my very eyes, and whenever such stories break, it’s her I worry about most.

Continue reading over at BabbleVoices by clicking HERE.

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