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“Daddy, why is it only mens?”

For some reason, me and the PalKid were watching Apollo 13 this morning. She was fascinated by the story, especially because it’s a true story. During the lift off, the camera panned around the control room, and she said, “Daddy, how come there’s only mens? Are girls not allowed in space?” Those of us who…

If we stop for ice cream, the terrorists win

Ahh, Saturday night. Our plans were simple. MrsPal wanted to run some errands at the mall, and PalKid wanted to go out with me for sushi. The plan sounded great, but I thought, “hey, it’s Saturday night. We should hang together as a family.” So I ran it by everyone and we agreed to have…

The kiddo started kindergarten this year. She went from complete freedom to getting up at dawn five mornings a week for a seven hour school day. It is my fortunate task on four of those mornings to help her on her way. Like many of the Pal clan, she is independent of thought, and rather…

I’m not OK with this

This morning I woke up early, showered, and dressed. Then my wife and I woke up our daughter, who seeing it was dark did protest loudly. But we got her out of bed, and a few minutes later she was her usual happy loquacious self at the breakfast table. We got her dressed in a…

Bad Daddy

During our Labor Day fun fest, my kiddo lost her shit, leading my spouse to lose her shit. I was on one side of a crowded village green and got a phone call to come over and “deal with your daughter”. She needed to be dealt with. She was not getting her way and letting…

Sledding in summer and other holiday fun

I didn’t get my usual week up north on Lake Michigan this year, but the mild summer took some of the sting out of it. Now that Labor Day is here, we get into a whole other set of rituals. One ritual which is sure to become popular is summer sledding. It turns out there’s…

Writer’s block and open thread

I sometimes feel that if I don’t crank out two posts a day, I must have “lost it”, whatever “it” is. But I’ve got the shpilkes and I have to write something. The end of the week is hard. Wednesday and Thursday are long days for me, and after I put my kiddo to bed…

A hot, sunny Midwestern day. A well-groomed rail trail. Two intrepid riders. That’s how it started out. My daughter has been going on longer and longer rides with me on the Trail-a-bike, so today I figured we’d try a great rail trail that goes past a heron rookery. We made it about a mile in…

Uphill

Having a daughter in my late 30′s, I began my fatherhood journey a bit later than many. I don’t have much to compare it with, but I do wonder how I’m going to keep up with the little princess. Mrs. Pal got us a Trail-a-Bike for Father’s day—that’s one of those “half bikes” you hook…

Reflections

When I look at my daughter, what do I see? There is so much in every glance. Usually, she’s moving too fast to pin down, running at me yelling, “Daddy!!!” I don’t know how anyone even looks at their kids without tearing up, even a little. There is of course a narcissistic joy in having…