about

I’m a father, husband, brother, and son. I’m a technology professional, and an amateur (though gifted) procrastinator. I like to write things down because I can feel my brain turning to mush as I get older, and I don’t want to forget them

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6 Responses to “about”

  1. Scott Sappenfield Says:

    So I found it, the source of all the hilarious little tidbits my wife tells me about from FB…little outtakes from the life of a dad raising little one(s), something I am all too familiar with…now there’s a blog for such hilariousness, nice. Glad to be on board!

    • hlm Says:

      Thanks, Scott. If the kids don’t do something funny again soon, I’m gonna have to start withholding privileges (like water, and sleep) until they do something worth writing about! (I’ve just about run out of old facebook posts to cannabilze as blog entries at this point.)

      • Scott Sappenfield Says:

        Hahah that’s awesome…

      • Scott Sappenfield Says:

        So we got one for you…

        Sam to Kate: “Kate, when you’re done with your lunch, wanna come to my room for the stuffed animal party. But you have to take your pants off.”

        I was at work when Val told me and Val said she didn’t hear anything else…but that’s enough for a good laugh.

        • hlm Says:

          That comes way too close for comfort to something my wife mentioned this week about going to get Oldest Son after nap-time, and finding him asleep (as expected), but instead of in his bed, he was lying down asleep in his closet. With the door completely shut. On top of a huge pile of stuffed animals. With no pants on. (That is, he had no pants on. The animals were hit-or-miss in the pantslessness department.)

          I’m going to have to watch 20/20 or Dateline next week and see if they do a parental-panic segment on the new craze sweeping all the pre-schools called “stuffed animal parties.”

        • hlm Says:

          That comes way too close for comfort to something my wife mentioned this week about going to get Oldest Son after nap-time, and finding him asleep (as expected), but instead of in his bed, he was lying down asleep in his closet. With the door completely shut. On top of a huge pile of stuffed animals. With no pants on. (That is, he had no pants on. The animals were hit-or-miss in the pantslessness department.)

          I’m going to have to watch 20/20 or Dateline next week and see if they do a parental-panic segment on the new craze sweeping all the pre-schools called “stuffed animal parties.”

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