The Baby Shark Dilemma

Comedian Seann Walsh put something into perspective on a recent episode of Conan.  Part of his routine focused on how young people these days have literally all of pop-culture at their fingertips, ready to download and consume within seconds.  Walsh then talked about how years ago, many people used LimeWire to download songs, movies, and TV shows and that it could take anywhere from a few seconds to several days.

Listening to his bit, I laughed and was struck by the thought of how great I have it as a parent in this age of instant access to more pop culture than you can shake a stick at. Continue reading “The Baby Shark Dilemma”


A Tough Nut to Crack

Why are kids’ toys and cold medicine so hard to open?

You might think this is a pretty random thought, but it’s one that’s crossed my mind a couple of times this week.

Shortcake’s plastic horse arrived on our doorstep this week, thanks to the wonder that is the Amazon Vine.  And while we’d wanted to save this new toy for her birthday, Daddy made the mistake of opening it while she was around and letting her see it.

Trying to outwit her, I figured I’d just put it aside, distract her with some of the myriad of other toys she has, and slide the gift into our gift closet when she wasn’t looking.

She was having none of that.

Despite my best efforts to outwit her, she kept finding the plastic horse (still in the box, mind you), bringing it over to me, and telling me that I should just surrender and open it now.  It was a battle of wills — and I’ll admit, I lost.

Having lost the battle of wills, I didn’t expect that I’d need a small thermonuclear device to get this toy open.  Which made me ponder the question of just why manufacturers make it so dad-blamed difficult to get into children’s toys?!?  It’s so bad that they even make a special tool to help parents get into these toys (my parents got us one during the holiday season and it’s a lifesaver!).

The horse was better secured than most toys, requiring a few more impatient minutes to get it open.  I left some of the accessories attached to the packaging to be opened later because Shortcake was not going to wait any longer for her new acquisition.

Finally, after much tension, worry and frustration (all of it on my part), the horse was free and ready to be played with.  Squeals of delight were heard from Shortcake, which made it all worthwhile.

The horse arrived after Shortcake accompanied me to the doctor. I’ve had the crud this week and wanted to get on the road to recovery sooner rather than later.  This blame my general lethargic feeling and weariness from coughing as to why I didn’t think before opening the package with the horse.  It also made me wonder just why the manufacturers of cold medicine put the doses in packaging that leads you to believe you can just tear it open if you tried hard enough.  Honestly, I think the Incredible Hulk would have a problem opening the cold medicine. In fact, this may be one of the reasons that Bruce Banner transforms into the Hulk to begin with.

The irony of this being the tenth anniversary of the premiere of Breaking Bad occurred to me.  No where in the early episodes of the show did we see Walter and Jessie struggling to open up all the packets of cold medication in order to make their infamous blue product.



I’ve never seen myself watching a University of Tennesee football game, but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea (now) what I look like.

Shortcake loves watching timers count down.  Any timer will do, whether it’s the one on the stove, microwave or dishwasher.  Just set the timer, hit start and she is hooked until it counts down to zero.

And don’t make the mistake of getting between her and the object of her interest.  She will wiggle in her chair, leaning left and right until she can see it again. If that doesn’t work, she will loudly let you know that you’re blocking her view and that the sooner you move out of the way, the better off things will be for everyone.


I love watching her intense fascination with the timer.  It’s a go-to way to get her to calm down if she’s getting frustrated.

Yesterday, I set the timer on the microwave and the stove for her and started them both counting down. The look of sheer delight on her face, as if to say “Why didn’t I know that I could watch TWO timers?!?”  was wonderful. I can only imagine it’s the same look I had on my face when I first encountered a TV with picture-in-picture and I could watch two football games at once.


Curious About the Future, But Not in a Hurry

Every once in a while, I see people interacting with their children and I can’t help but stop and wonder what it will be like when Shortcake reaches that age or milestone.

Please don’t misunderstand me.  I’m in no hurry for her to grow up or to fast-forward past any of the stages in her life or development. I don’t religiously check the app we installed when she was born to track her dirty diapers and the stages of growth. As long as she meets most of the milestones she’s supposed to hit within the recommended window, this daddy will be happy.

The only big milestone that I’m sort of ready for her to hit is when she can finally begin to express herself verbally.  As she’s moved into the toddler stage, the reasons she may be frustrated have become a bit more complicated. It’s no longer just a selection of “My diaper is dirty” or “I’m hungry” or “I’m tired.”  I’d love to be able to ask her what part of her is hurting or not feeling right and she can respond.

I know that day is coming. And odds are when she’s talking over a new episode of my favorite show or during a crucial stretch of a Tennessee football game, I may question why I was so curious once upon a time to hear her be able to fully express herself.

Of course, I do understand what she wants when it comes to playing our favorite new game. Shortcake has learned to crawl up the stairs. To her, this is a delightful game and one that she could play for hours on end, if we would allow her to do so. Sometimes, I will crawl up behind her and every few steps, she’ll stop, look back at me, and not continue up the stairs until she gets anywhere from one to five kisses on the cheek.

And, yes, Daddy loves this little game.

(I Hope She’ll Always Be) A Daddy’s Girl

Sometimes I have to just sit back and marvel at the strange way our lives unfold.  I’m among the last of my friends to have children, which means that while I’m entering the potty-training phase with Shortcake, they are dealing with driver’s licenses, first cars and the kids looking at where to attend college.  We’re all in different stages of the journey.

I sometimes find myself wondering how this will affect Shortcake as she grows up.  Right now, she doesn’t know that Daddy is older than a lot of her contemporary’s daddies. But it won’t stay that way forever.  I know that I may not always have the same energy that my younger counterparts do (though I can still toss her in the air and catch her with the  best of them and I’m pretty good at keeping up with her as she barrels off to find mischief), but I hope she always knows how special she is to me and how much I love her

I know that she won’t always be delighted to see me, bursting into a huge grin when she sees me every afternoon after a long day of work.  I know that I won’t always be the guy she snuggles up with a night, after a bottle and slowly fades off to sleep as we watch TV together.  I know she won’t always be calmed down by the Baby Shark song, nor will she always look over at me with just delight showing in her eyes that she can’t believe something this awesome exists and she gets to watch it.

It just emphasizes something a good friend told me once — remember these moments and take lots of pictures.  And he’s right.  So very right. I look at pictures of Shortcake from a week, month or year ago and while I recognize my little girl, I’m still gobsmacked at how much she’s grown and changed. She’ll always be my little girl, but I wonder if she’ll be as much of a Daddy’s girl.

A selfish part of me hopes she never outgrows that stage.

And part of me knows she will.  And that I need to savor our time together now.


Dancing Baby Controversy (Some Thoughts)

Like many, I was horrified/infuriated/nauseous when I read the story about the two hospital corpsman at the Naval Air Station in Jacksonville who posted a couple of inappropriate pictures and videos involving several newborn babies in their care.

If you haven’t heard about it, click on the link above and read the entire story, which includes the inflammatory video and images.

Reading the story, I was struck by several thoughts.

The first is that it’s lucky for these ladies that the parents in the incident are feeling more immediately forgiving than I might under the circumstances.  I would eventually find a way to forgive these two for treating Shortcake that way, but I’d damn well make sure they had to face any and all consequences for their actions.

Second, I’m going to guess neither of these two ladies has ever faced the issue of infertility or struggling to have a child that we did.  Going through test after test, becoming frustrated, angry and upset every month when things didn’t go like we hoped, prayed, begged, planned for.  Answering questions to doctors about very personal things, leaving samples, getting poked and prodded.  And then to find out we were having a baby and worrying for nine months that something might happen to her as we waited to meet her. I’m guessing these two ladies never experienced anything like that.  And I hope they never do. But if they had, it might give them cause to reconsider how they treat someone else’s child.  They may see caring for these kids as a burden. But to some of us, that child is a miracle and a blessing. Which is why I think it would be harder for me to forgive them (again, I’d eventually get there, but it would take a lot of time).

Third of all, why in the wide, wide world of sports would you post this to social media?!?  Did you really think everyone else would find it funny or amusing?  It also makes me question just what these two ladies were getting away with that we don’t have documented via social media.  I hope this was only the first time they’ve done the dancing baby routine.

Reading this story only made me appreciate the nurses who were there for Shortcake and my wife when Shortcake was born.  The patience they showed us during this time and the love of the little ones who are in their care for a short time came through time and again.  My wife had complications after Shortcake was born and the nurses went above and beyond to help make sure Shortcake was taken care of and to work with us so she could have as much time with Mommy as possible.  I’m sure it wasn’t easy and it probably created some huge additional stresses for them.

One memory that stands out was the nurse who gave Shortcake her first bath.  She made sure that I could be there for it and the care she gave to Shortcake to make sure she didn’t get soap in her eyes and that the water wasn’t too hot or too cold….it was exactly the type of care and compassion you would hope every patient would receive.

Reading this story only makes me appreciate them that much more.



The Kindness Rock Projects

kindessrock1My wife, Shortcake and I visited our local park the other evening to get in an evening constitutional.  As we took turns pushing Shortcake’s stroller, my wife’s face suddenly lit as she saw a distinctive looking rock under a bush.

Grabbing it up, she showed off a painted black rock with white writing on it, seemingly decorated for Halloween.  Grinning, she showed it to Shortcake and we resumed our constitutional.   As we passed a tree, I noticed a festively painted blue rock sitting under a tree.  I pointed it out to my wife, who picked it up and we examined the colorful flower decorations and the encouraging words on the front of the rock.

“It’s an odd coincidence that we’d find two decorated rocks here,” I said.

“No, it isn’t,” she told me.  “It’s this new project.  I’ve seen a lot of posts about it on Facebook lately.  I’ve even joined a Facebook group that gives you hints on find rocks and lets you tease where you’ve hidden them.”

Because the light was getting dim and my wife forgot her cell phone, she decided to take the rocks home, photograph and share her find to the local group and then hide them again.  As we headed to the car, a young man ran up to a tree nearby, finding a rock nestled in its crook.

“I found it,” he exclaimed to his mother and the two then made a bee-line for where we’d picked up the Halloween rock a few minutes before.

Suddenly, I was intrigued by this.

Turns out, this real-life scavenger hunt game, is the newest Internet craze.  And while on the surface it seems like it’s a variation of Pokemon Go, there’s actually a lot more to it.  It’s part of the Kindness Rocks Project and it’s a movement to bring a bit of encouragement and positivity into the world today.

The project started in 2015.  Megan Murphy of Cape Cod, Mass says she had reached a turning point in her life following the death of her parents.  As she walked the beach each day, she would look for certain shaped rocks (heart-shaped for her father, a piece of sea-glass for her mom) that would be an encouragement from her parents.

Then one day, she happened to take a Sharpie marker with her and while walking the beach, she drew on five rocks and placed them back on the beach.   That evening, a friend texted her with a picture of one of the rocks and asked it Murphy had written on it and left it there.  The friend said the rock encouraged her at a moment when she needed it.  Murphy says that serves as an “a-ha” moment for her and the Kindness Rocks Project was born.

Two years later, the movement has its own website, local Facebook groups and has received coverage in newspapers, magazines and TV outlets across the country.

kindnessrock2At its core, the Kindness Rocks Project is helping bring a message of hope.  As the Kindness Rocks Project website says, “Now more than ever kindness can become a connecting force for good during uncertain times. Many people, including myself, are feeling a sense of overwhelm, unease and restlessness due to the current events taking place in our world today, and I believe that our united strength can be cultivated through simple random acts of kindness. Each of us can make a positive difference. Together we can make a positive IMPACT!”

All you have to do participate is join log-on to the Kindness Rocks Project website or Facebook page and either start looking for or creating your own rocks.  The site includes details on the best way to create rocks.  The website recommends using smooth stones that you can either collect in the wild or purchase at a home or craft store.  Seal the rock with a non-toxic spray or paint and then use oil based Sharpie Paint pens to create your masterpiece or share a short, encouraging word.   You can add the hashtag #TheKindnessProject to the back of the rock and then seal it with a clear coat of non-toxic sealer.

Then, with permission of the venue where you’re going to leave the rock, start leaving them in places where others can find and share them.  And if you find one, share it on social media and then either put it back where you found it or take it home and create your own rock to replace the one you’ve found.  You can even share where you’ve placed your Kindness Rock on the local Facebook groups or the Kindness Rock Project’s website.

And if you’re struggling with what to say, there are a ton of resources out there on Pinterest, Instagram or just by using our good friend, Google.  Craft store Michael’s has partnered with the project to sponsor the Million Rock Challenge.

I know the joy, encouragement and fun that finding those two rocks has brought to our family. And we’ve decided that we want to create our own rocks and share them with the world.

Who knew that making the world a brighter place could start with something as simple as a rock?