truck and lasso

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Central Park

Last year about this time I was at a friend’s wedding in Brooklyn. This weekend, we are taking the family to visit friends in DC. There is a sense of energy in big cities that doesn’t exist anywhere else. There is a sense that everyone wants to be doing something different, and discovering things about people tends to play out like a good plot.

An old boss, the buttoned up, nerdy account leader with a degree in math and the awful habit of giving me notes on body language in client meetings was actually Mr. Leather 1998?

Runner up, anyway.

And now I’m racked with what to pack for Roscoe, the perfect time to leave to avoid as much beltway traffic as possible and worried about arriving too late Friday night to wake our friends, who have a child of their own. Where do I stop to feed him- I can’t possibly stop in a rest area after dark! And the general anxiety about having a child in the back seat while I’m cruising down the Devil’s main drive (that’s what most people down here call DC).

This anxious, broke and balding father was actually a decent playwright?

So, here’s to discovery.


Overheard in Target

A toddler attempting to engage his father in play is politely rebuffed.

Father: I’m tired, buddy. Let’s just get what we need to get and head home. We’ll play later.

The toddler runs over to his mom, tugs on her shirt.

Toddler: Can we change daddy’s batteries?


As we settle in to the new house, we’re looking for various pieces of furniture.  I have not bought furniture in years- we’re still rocking the Manhattan studio collection from IKEA.  I guess now it’s race-specific.

Nice dresser, but we don't have a black kid.


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Too Much Stuff

My wife emailed me the new Manhattan Mini Storage campaign with the subject line: Missing New York?

This one’s especially appropriate, as we’re moving and we have a baby.

See all of the bilboards here.

Truth in Advertising

Speed Camera

The rental car was in my wife's name to boot.

Snakes on a Plane

We took Roscoe on his first airplane trip a couple weeks ago and he did very well.  I am an efficient, clutterless traveler, so I think I was more stressed about how I was going to handle it.  The best advice we got?

You just have to smile, shrug and realize you are now ‘those people.’

We connected in Detroit, so, there and back, there were four total flights.  After each one, no less than five different people would turn around, or say in passing:

He did so well! What a great baby, didn’t fuss at all!

It’s hard to capture in writing the lilt in their tone as a result of the relief they felt.  I didn’t take it as a compliment.  I took it as, upon seeing the baby before the flight:

Jesus, this kid’s going scream and wail and hit my seat and spill and poop and gouge out eyes and tug ears and squirm and be up and down the aisle the whole time!

We’ve become those people.

Roscoe Meet Elmo

Roscoe's dad and a colleague meet Elmo.

I hope that Roscoe gets into Elmo.  I recently worked with the Full Frame Documentary Film Festival and had the great pleasure of meeting the muppet and his puppeteer, Kevin Clash, who is an amazing man.  He left a voicemail (as Elmo) for a young girl with Cerebral Palsy who couldn’t attend the event.  How cool is that?

Kevin’s patience, caring and grace was inspirational.  Unfortunately, my intentions are not that noble.

Nope. I have photos and a video of me with Elmo and I intend to leverage them many times throughout toddler-hood.

Stop kicking mom in the side or I’ll tell Elmo.

Stop chewing on the dog’s toy or I’ll tell Elmo.

Go to sleep or I’ll tell Elmo.  I don’t care if it’s 3pm.  No, you can’t have any of daddy’s ‘medicine.’ Yes, Maker’s Mark is a type of medicine. Go to sleep!  Elmo!

Happy Easter

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