I’m a dad. A plain old dad. Not an enlightened new age parent, not a “Mr. Mom” and most definitely not in touch with my feminine side (well, now that I read a ton of mom blogs, this statement is easily debatable). I’m just a father of a 6-year-old son, trying my best to be a kick ass dad. What’s a kick ass dad? I don’t know. I figure it out as I go along, and as with any endeavor of this magnitude, it deserves to be documented.

A couple of vestiges of my past life have managed to stick with me in a valiant effort to maintain some semblance of a cool guy/alpha male outside of my persona as a family man. I train in Muay Thai (Thai kickboxing) and play guitar (although I’m no good yet). I wish I had a Harley, but I promised myself that if I did not have one by the time I had a kid, I would wait until he was 18 so he wouldn’t have to be raised on life insurance benefits. That, and d Wife won’t let me...

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