Scenes From Da-da's Mind-Roasting Summer

Ah, a typical summer day with kids out of school.

What Really Caused the Dark Ages

Caption 1: "Dude. I'm like all stormin' da castle and stuff. Serious."

Friday the 13th's Child Has No Problem With Self-Expression

That's "teen" for, "Hello. I am auto-outcasting.  Keep back 500 feet."

Scenes From Da-da's Mind-Roasting Summer

Given how 2012 is shaping up, Da-da recently took some ROCK-FU lessons -- which are going well...

...but apparently not well enough. Ow.  (Sorry about the Parthenon, lady.)

That Sunday Look of Parenthood

The Triumph of a Man Called Da-da is...

...keenly anticipating this fall's back-to-school fashions. Yes, this year, UNCLE FESTER PLAID is IN.
Good thing, as Da-da's looked like this for years.

The Triumph of a Man Called Da-da is...

The Triumph of a Man Called Da-da is... looking dapper while holding a sleeping primate.

Another Dynamic Sunday at the Two-Boy House

It started with a push. Ok, more of a throw.

Followed by a retaliatory punch.

And then some general Hulkage.

Accompanied by some good-natured Ultra Man-agement. Your basic Sunday chaos.

But then it got nasty. OK, that's ONE for burning your brother.

And nastier. That's TWO for both of you.

And that's THREE.

TIME OUT in the Naughty Chairs for both of you. AND NO TRANSPORTING OUT.

Ok, all done. Time to make up. Don't overdo it

Here are some additional rules for the rest of today. Now go play.

Uh huh.

Here we go again.

Da-da is Tired. How Tired?

This tired.

That Friday Look of Parenthood

It's Friday. You can put the roses out, now.

Bronko + Nagurski's Star Wars-y Robot Apocalypse

Behold R2 and RNot doing what they do best.

Of Eclipses, Sphinxes and Shrubberianism

You know things are getting weird when Ma-ma dons her Sphinx outfit.
If she asks you a question, be sure to know the answer.

Da-da hasn't seen news of this upcoming solar eclipse anywhere, but then again, Da-da refers to himself as Da-da and lives under a shrubbery (two actually, for a nice two-pronged effect). Anyway, said solar eclipse will be visible on Sunday, May 20th, in the early evening across much of the U.S., as well as other parts of the globe, with apologies to those readers in non-eclipse-y, socially and economically functional countries. All the info on when and where is elegantly presented HERE at Shadow and Substance. They do an awesome job. Basically, May 20th is gonna be one weird day. Trust Da-da on this one. All your plants WILL DOUBLE IN SIZE and become sentient, while all your Yahtzee dice will go missing. Weird, huh?

What this REALLY MEANS is that you'll be able to trick your kids into going to bed earlier. Ahem.

Almost time for Tubby Apocalypse. (Ignore the blood.) It'll be over soon, Roger the Shrubber.

Happy Hallmark Day, Mom (or, "Take THAT, Doves and Bunnies!")

Just a small root problem.

As usual, Da-da's spending Mother's Day being Da-da and dealing with Da-da things. So, while Ma-ma and the boys frolic in the woods, battling doves and bunnies on a picnicky nature adventure, Da-da's stoically awaiting the Roto-Rooter guy to de-root Da-da's clogged sewer line. Ma-ma gets all the fun, so long as her ammo holds out.

Take that, doves and bunnies! (Ma-ma's still an artist with a Thompson.)

 

Apoca-Parenting 501: Living With Post Traumatic Parenting Disorder (PTPD)

Ex. 27. Like their quotidian, active duty parenting counterparts, Empty Nesters and grandparents occasionally experience Post Traumatic Parenting Disorder (PTPD). Nearly half would have to be severely medicated if they weren't severely medicated already.

Apoca-Parenting 103L: Soundproofing Your Nest

How many coats of noise-absorbing paint do you have to use before you can no longer hear your monsters children screaming at the top of their lungs playing? 900,001 and still counting.