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Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas, from all the dadas

May 12, 2013 1 comment


“The most important thing a father can do for his children is love their mother”. – Theodore Hesburgh

This quote gave Scott Behson the idea for a collective Mother’s day card from a great group of Dad Bloggers , of which I am proud to be a part, to the moms in our lives. So here are our collected mother’s day wishes:

First, Mine…

Happy Mother’s Day to four special women: To my mother, for unconditional love always, no matter what I ever did or said. To my mother in law, Nana, for the love and support. Seeing RJ with his Nana warms my heart. To my grandmother, matriarch of our family four generations strong, and enough love in her heart for many more. And lastly to my wife, Tiffany. RJ and I are so blessed to have you in our life.

And now, the rest…

Scott Behson. Fathers, Work and Family blog.

You know how revved up Nick gets on nights you come home late and he gets out of bed, hides/jumps out to surprise you, runs around like a loony, and can’t get enough of cuddling and laughing with you? I feel that way too.

Happy Mother’s Day to the best wife and mom I could imagine. You have given me the gifts of true love, the amazing life we’re building together, and of fatherhood. I can never repay what you have given me. But I’ll spend every day trying.

Concretin Nik. DadLabs.

“Mother is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children.” – Eric Draven

The greatest thing that’s ever happened to me is a direct result of the second greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, TheBoy&HisMother. I love you both. Happy Mother’s Day!

James W. Naturally Daddy.

“Who ran to help me when I fell,

And would some pretty story tell,

Or kiss the place to make it well?

My mother.”

~Ann Taylor

Mom, you taught me too much to explain all of the happiness that you brought into my life. To my wife, you are a very special woman and I could never imagine being in your shoes and our daughter could never have a more loving mother.


Scotty Schrier, Dads Who Change Diapers

There are only 26 paltry letters to describe the most important women in my life:

The one who gave birth to me and left this plane before meeting my sons.

The one who married me and gave birth to the two most amazing little miracles I have ever seen.

And the one who took my mother’s place and made me one of her own.

There are no words that can describe the debt I owe these women. I only hope that my actions can show them how much I truly care. For without them, I would be but a pale image of the man I am today. I love each and every one of you with all of the ferocity of a thousand suns. Thank you for putting up with me and loving me back. Especially when I didn’t deserve it.

Eric from Dad on The Run.

My Mother looked life’s greatest obstacles in the eye and kept on trucking while I grew up with little understanding of that. Over the years Mom’s physical abilities have deteriorated due to her ongoing battle with MS. However, her mental steadfastness and unconditional love have remained unchanged. Her love is an anchor during any storm and it taught me what love could be and what I could find in a wife, which brings me to another great mother in my life. The love and encouragement my wife can deliver to another human amazes me and when she focuses those gifts on our children they light up in very special ways. Of course, I also have to thank my wife’s mother for raising not one, but two, fantastic Mom’s and I look on with pride and great expectations to my own sister who is a new Mom this year!  Thank you to these mothers, and all great mothers, for what you do for your children and the world every day.


Victor Aragon Jr of

This Mother’s Day is going to be a special one, because it will be our first one with our new addition.  Last year, my wife worked and our plans with family members fell apart, so it wasn’t a good one for my wife.  This year, I am hoping to erase that memory and hopefully have a great one.  My wife and I have known each other for over sixteen years.  In those years it seems like even with our ups and downs, we are constantly getting to know each other and our love keeps getting stronger.  I am thankful for having her in my life and for all the hard work that she does for me and the little ones.  Thank you for all you do babe, I love you.

There is another great woman in my life that if wasn’t for her I wouldn’t exist; my mother.  My mom is a strong woman and I am very thankful for all that she does for my family.  Even though I am not her little boy anymore, my mother still insists on giving me money for gas or to get something for my little girl.  My mom and dad have always gone above and beyond for my sisters and me and I feel that I am trying the best that I can to repay them for everything they did.  I would like to thank my mother for all her sacrifices and to tell her how much I love her.  Thanks Mom.

As always, thanks for reading.


DorkDad from

Because of the way you move through the room. Because of the way your smile sounds on your voice. Because every single curve on your body is in exactly the right place. Because of the way your hair smells and the way it tickles my face.  Because of the twinkle in your eyes when you’re making mischief, and the look on your face when you’re asleep. Because of the feel of your heart and the warmth of your skin when you’re holding me. Because of the magic you made with our children, and the magic you make with our family. Because everything I love about my life I can trace directly back to you.

Thank you.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Dave Lesser, Amateur Idiot / Professional Dad,

A Mother’s Day Haiku

Mother’s Day is here

I forgot a card again

Glad I’ve got a blog!

Mom, I love you. I don’t say it often enough, but you’re awesome. You did an outstanding job raising me (and those two other dudes who kind of look like me).

Allie, what can I say? You’re an unbelievable mother and an amazing wife. This whole family would be lost without you. Literally. I just cannot follow the turn-by-turn directions on my phone without you in the passenger’s seat. Again, this is not a metaphor. Well, maybe it is a little. I’m an idiot. But I’m your idiot and you’re stuck with me. You and the kids are my world. Thank you for everything, everything you do. I love you a super friggin’ jillion much!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Neal Call. Raised by my daughter.

I just want to say a humble thank you to my mother, my wife, and to all women who bear or nurture these little seeds that bring purity and wonder into the world. The “bearing” part is pretty awesome and mind-boggling, but at least as important is the part involving raising these creatures; of sacrificing what you want for what they need; of protecting them so desperately and then encouraging them to spread their wings. These are things that anybody can do, male or female, but I’ve learned the most about them from the women in my life. So, thanks.

Jeff Bogle, from the internet. Specifically, but limited to:

My ability to find the perfect set of curtains for the dining room and my knowledge of how to wash them and hang them damp to dry without creases. My need to vacuum my way out of a room. And my dry humor that has served me, mostly well.  Most of what people like about me, I am because of you. And to this day I enjoy talking with you on the phone almost daily, even when it is you calling me because you, once again, cannot figure out how to properly interact with technological devices. I love you, Mom, more than I’ll ever be able to write down, because even though I string sentences together every day, for some kind of living, I have yet to be able to find the correct combination of letters and words to form the single sentence that does you justice. Thank you for everything, Mom.

James Rohl, Portland Dad, Trophy Husband, and favorite son,

Thank you mom for showing me how to be radically hospitable, fiercely loyal, and emotionally available. I am thankful to call you my mom, and proud to call you my friend. Happy Mother’s Day.

Colby Shipwash from Days of a Domestic Dad:

You hug, you play, you teach, you love; you are their Mom and friend forever.

To my loving wife, and mom to our children, I want to thank you for being a wonderful mom all the time. A day doesn’t go by that I am not grateful for you, and that our kids are lucky to have you in their life.

Thank You and Happy Mother’s Day

Robert Duffer, Editor of Dads & Families section of The Good Men Project,

Because you built a lego racecar ramp in our basement that would’ve made the Pinewood Derby and MacGyver proud,

Because you made your own pinata, your own decorations, your own party for 30 first graders,

Because your daughter handles a hockey stick like you, laughs like you, smiles like you, needs like you, plays like you, cares like you, loves like you,

Because you fly home when your grandparents are ill,

Because you adventure, you explore, you inquire,

Because you love without condition, and you care without self,

You are the most wonderful mother, a role model, a hero.



Kids and the news

May 8, 2013 2 comments

Throughout my experience as a student, there are a few teachers I remember more vividly than others. One of them is my 5th and 6th grade math teacher, Mr. Tefft. Mr. Tefft perfectly played the role of the tough teacher who could also show compassion. He was a large, loud man, who once sneezed so loud that teachers from across the hall came into our class to jokingly check on us. Mr. Tefft was at his loudest when someone in the class didn’t do their homework. If you tried it but didn’t get it, he would help, but if you just blew it off, you (and the rest of the school) would hear about it. He wasn’t all drill sergeant though. He had a ping pong table and carrom boards in his room, and if you got your work done you could play. Going up against him in ping pong was the ultimate challenge.

So what does any of that have to do with kids watching the news? Mr. Tefft didn’t just want us to be good math students, he wanted us to be well informed people. He made it a point to take five minutes a day to verbally ask a current events question from the news the day before or that morning’s newspaper. Kids who raised their hand first and knew the answer got a candy bar on Fridays.

I thought about this a lot as we were getting ready for school/work Tuesday morning. We had on the news, and a story came on about some Air Force officer who was charged with sexual abuse. They showed his mean faced beaten up mug shot (apparently the victim was able to fight back some) and I hurried my son out of the room. It brought me back to the gruesome images of the dead marathon bomber’s body that also got displayed on the daytime news. I only casually watch news but I hear most often about murders, kidnappings, and robberies. Crime is certainly newsworthy and this is nothing new, but I don’t remember it being so prominent and so vividly covered. Also, with the decline of the actual newspaper and competition in both the local and national TV markets, the TV producers get to decide which stories to highlight and how much time each of them gets. As my son gets older I definitely want him to be informed and know what’s going on in our city, state, country, and world, but I’m not sure about letting him watch the news.

Any thoughts from readers? Do you let/encourage your kids to watch the news? How old do you think they need to be?

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Road Tripping with a 2 year old…

We recently our first real road trip since having my son.  He’s been on airplane trips before, usually to stay with relatives, so this was our first trip that included a long drive and hotel since my son became fully mobile and capable of wreaking havoc.  Here are a few random thoughts on road tripping with a two and a half year old:

EVERYTHING takes longer.  We planned to try to do the trip with only one stop, and successfully did that, but the stop each way for gas/lunch/bathroom took a lot longer than it would have otherwise.  Everything from packing the car to start the trip to persuading him to get back into the car when it was time to get back in after our lunch stop (he decided to do some extended “stretching”) took way longer than it would have without him there.  Pound for pound, we probably took twice as much stuff as we would have before him.

Naps in the car?  Not so much.  We hoped/assumed that after the lunch stops, he would take a nap, since that’s the normal time he naps at school.  On the way down, there was no nap to be had at all, and on the way back, he didn’t fall asleep until there was only about a half hour left, which is almost worse than not napping at all.  It’s probably our own fault though, because we bought a used DVD player that straps to the back of the headrests and brought some new DVDs he hadn’t seen before, so of course a nap is no match for that situation.

Hotels and little kids aren’t a great mix.  First, there was the little fountain in the lobby with the coins people had thrown into.  Most little kids I know love water and my son wanted to go swimming in there.   In the hotel room itself, nothing was childproof and lots of things were within reach.  We had to unplug the phone, because there was no other way for us to prevent my son from unintentionally calling someone while he was using it as a toy and pretending to call Jacinda.  He then found the little kitchenette area (we had a suite) and the fridge/microwave, which were both in a low cabinet…a cabinet that doesn’t have a door handle anymore thanks to him.  As much as we tried to avoid it, he managed to turn the microwave on once, only to completely freak himself out in the process.   Then there was trying to sleep itself.  I’ve been on the other side of this, so I can’t really complain, but there were some late-night hanger-outers in the rooms on either side of us, and we heard them all night.  Hotel walls and doors aren’t soundproof AT ALL.  Combined with the new environment, this made doing bedtime harder than usual, and my son went to bed late both nights.  This didn’t stop him from still waking up at 6am and being his two year old self, which included running around the room singing and yelling, and playing loudly with his toys.  I considered this payback for those people in the rooms next to us who were too loud the night before, as I’m very sure he was loud enough to have woken them up much earlier than they wanted to be.

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